Inspired at first by the never ending poem challenge
my friend pointed out I wrote a limerick & it spawned this
~L.~
The fox broke through the fence
and his backside got a splinter
he gave him such a shock
that he ran amok
and left the hens alone all winter.
just for roosting there was a house
made of wood that gave such splinters
so it was occupied only in the winters
except for summers when lived there a mouse
for relief from his cat of a spouse.
(C0-WRITTEN)
the chickens roost in their house
The fox creeps in silent as a mouse
but it being such a cold winter
poor fox's backside got a frozen splinter
so he ran empty stomached back to his spouse.
(CO-WRITTEN)
the farmer comes out with his gun
And kills the chickens all but 1
for the one left was a rooster
that he believed gave sex life a booster
but all he had was the one cocky son.
(CO-WRITTEN)
That's why its called a cock
Now there's something not 2 mock
He struts his pride around
thinks he owns the town
that rooster needs to be knocked off his spot
Run run run amok
steal a leopards spot
fall to the ground
roll around
laugh at and life mock.
05/02/2012
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2012-02-05 at 13:51
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my friend pointed out I wrote a limerick & it spawned this
~L.~
Silly Limericks
(1ST - AN ACCIDENTAL LIMERICK)The fox broke through the fence
and his backside got a splinter
he gave him such a shock
that he ran amok
and left the hens alone all winter.
just for roosting there was a house
made of wood that gave such splinters
so it was occupied only in the winters
except for summers when lived there a mouse
for relief from his cat of a spouse.
(C0-WRITTEN)
the chickens roost in their house
The fox creeps in silent as a mouse
but it being such a cold winter
poor fox's backside got a frozen splinter
so he ran empty stomached back to his spouse.
(CO-WRITTEN)
the farmer comes out with his gun
And kills the chickens all but 1
for the one left was a rooster
that he believed gave sex life a booster
but all he had was the one cocky son.
(CO-WRITTEN)
That's why its called a cock
Now there's something not 2 mock
He struts his pride around
thinks he owns the town
that rooster needs to be knocked off his spot
Run run run amok
steal a leopards spot
fall to the ground
roll around
laugh at and life mock.
05/02/2012
Poetry by liz munro
Read 735 times
Written on 2012-02-05 at 13:51
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