Compose a limerick about the person above you...

Yes, I know it's just all in good fun
and it's all those who play who have won.
I meant no admonition
to stunt this tradition
I'm just loving this stuff - there, I'm done.

As for randy, you can't beat Nantucket
in this game there's just no way to duck it.
That young man had us grinning
Hah - talk about winning!
Makes the rest of us sulk and say f*ck it.

Lordan, no reason to fuss
And surely no reason to cuss
This thread has lost favor.
Is it my behavior?
It's down to Mommy and us.

Let's give Mommyrock a big hand.
Her hubby he did not get banned.
He's free to head south,
With his hand or his mouth.
And diddle her her erogenous gland.

oh, daddyrock did just get banned
for the flames he lit then fanned
he thought he was cute
but he still got the boot
and now flava has been sh*t-canned

(not sure how long it will last... hopefully he'll get unbanned in time to let folks know when thirdrock arrives, but we'll see...)

With the soulful T
I'd have to agree
As I'm not one to tell many fibs
But when talking of suction
In relation to bones
I begin to long for some fingerlickin ribs

This topic seems to be dead
When it really deserves to be read
Come on Zona and DoubleT
and Reingold and Boomie
Let's please re-awaken this thread

You say that you want to reopen
With a piano you’d be another Chopin
Though at 39 he dropped dead
Couldn’t handle the romps in his bed,
Too many women he was a gropin’.

I'll say this of The Divine Miss P:
Few women are as clever as she.
Her limericks rhyme
Most of the time
Except when the subject is ...... Wheeeeee!

You jest that I can’t rhyme with wheeeee,
So I’ll simply take your name and remove the T.
You’ll be known as Om,
And I’ll remain calm.
Because the bomb is what they call me!

Who the hell is this vein Mrs P?
She's a total stranger to me
She can say she is hot
And still be rather not
If indeed she's so hot let me see

Mrs P rhymes with Mr T
But she is not sexy like me
We are not synonymous
And I'm not anonymous
So just take a look and you'll see

Miss P sports a rather large kisser
Is it real? Or like Lesley Visser?
Never mind -- Mr. T's
Got a box of CDs
Any yard sales? No? What a predicament

Mr. T, Mr. T, what it be, what it be?
Mr. Schmidt, Mr. Schmidt, you are full of such wit,
The former's puns sound like Dr. Seuss,
the latter's a bit like Mother Goose.

Here's lookin' at my juicy red lips,
Just one smooch and you'd both be doin' flips.
I'm getting hungry, just a little bit,
How about a Mr. T & Divine Miss P Sandschmidt?

Miss P's trying to kindle a body fire
Mistaking me for some kind of naughty friar
I'm not sure I'm game
All because of my name
The only one bare of a modifier

(Alas, resisting the Divine I'm a god-defier)

ALthough I don't know Mr. Schmidt
He seems to have a fair amount of wit
With the first name of Dave,
This thread he will save
And keep MOL out of the pit.

Psychomom babbles a bit
As if she knows something of wit
This thread is a bore
It wasn't before!
Instead it has all turned to sh!t

Mr. T, must you really resort,
to such language I say you abort,
for this thread has some has some legs,
even past all these kegs,
and the women here just make me SNORT.

A snort does not flatter a dame (on
A date, it can ruin her filet mignon)
MonJay sounds reversed:
If your nose, it must burst,
Maybe it's time you passed the jay, mon

DS I think you've missed a beat,
if my words you must think to defeat.
So if you would do battle,
carry on with your prattle,
but at least throw a ball with some heat.

And this guy MonJay, I know
Is a guy whose limericks blow
His syntax is poor
with mixed metaphor.
He's a loser, not win, place or show.

Mr T may be nimble and quick
Just like our own jolly Saint Nick
But on one Christmas Eve
He was forced to believe
As his chimney was missing a brick

I do like the poster above,
and so wish to show them some love,
but T issued a dare,
so it's him should beware,
as I slowly remove hand from glove.

MonJay seems more brawler than chuckler
If he has a seat belt, then better buckle 'er
He's thrown the gauntlet at T
But need not worry 'bout me
Got no fastball -- I just toy with the knuckler

Dave, excuse this brief marginalia,
As you wallow in your bacchanalia
MonJay's not a threat
We may be friends yet
At least he's not from Australia

Mr T, you're always ahead
With your limericks, you should earn bread
Others don't take it seriously
But they endorse you delieriously:
You are the best thing on this thread

Mr. T you clearly don't seem
To suffer from low self esteem.
While your ditties are witty
At times you are shi**y,
To others who are not on your team.

No matter what havoc will ensue
Self-esteem was never my issue
I may end up in Hades
But I'm a star with the ladies
Jasmo does his best work in a tissue

He said he was watching his weight and soulful..
but sometimes, of ice cream - he might have a bowlful.
Don't look in the book depository,
or the Zapruder repository,
He's hiding in the grassy knollful!

buzzsaw said:

He said he was watching his weight and soulful..
but sometimes, of ice cream - he might have a bowlful.
Don't look in the book depository,
or the Zapruder repository,
He's hiding in the grassy knollful!

It doesn't scan but it sure is funny.

Mr. T's definition of levity
Shames mine and its tepid naivete
Better, his badinage
Proves again the old adage:
The wit of Soulful is best when in brevity