Every website put up on the internet must have at least one page of limericks. It’s the rule. And limericks that don’t suck. Or at least, not too much.
If you were taking a shower one night
And the power was cut from your light
What else could you do
But flee from the loo
Now wouldn’t that be an interesting sight?
If a crow addressed you by name
You’d think you’d gone madly insane.
But if it were true
And he were talking to you
Would you play along with his little game?
When a rumour is ripe and floating
Amongst people who add to its bloating
It’s held close and dear
Passed from mouth to ear
With only it’s author left gloating.
Please tell us all your great sins
Those the devil would add to his wins
But do so with great haste
There is no time to waste
For your descent into hell now begins.
The hair on his neck did rise
“I’m being watched” was his quick surmise
He lowered his book
Swung around for a look
And met the gaze of a kitty’s green eyes.
Our parents were fussy and fickle
With money that clinked and crinkled
They stored cash away
Awaiting the day
When they were old and tired and wrinkled.