IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN….


No pictures, no stories, just a couple of limericks.

An ole girl was working out most vigorously,

Her efforts were executed most rigorously.

She stretched and she flexed,

Getting a pain in the next

move that rendered her most miserably.

 

(Even covid-19 cannot escape a good poke.)

Some will, some won’t, some don’t and some do,

Some raise a stink that rivals Pepe Le Pew.

I’m right and you’re wrong,

Is the song of the throng,

To wear or to swear, all part of their ballyhoo.

 

Oh, all right, another little piece of silliness…..

The Hippo

What would you do if when you came home you found a hippo in your tub?
Would you holler and scream and threaten to throw him out on his keister?
Or, would you call the a fireman and have him removed?
Or, would you tickle him under the chin, and scratch behind his ear?
And, trumpet your joy at having a new playmate, instead of that rubber ducky.
Or, would you jump in the tub with him, only to realize that he was rather large.
Or, just engage him in a convoluted conversation on the joy of cats?
But, what if he, was a she…….. well, that would change this whole conversation!

 

A Few Lines to Giggle, Grin or Groan at….


Here is my approach to this weeks photo challenge, “lines”.

I can’t seem to get limericks out of my head. The words just seem to creep into my brain, begging to be explored.

So here are a few lines,  grin or groan as you will, I am addicted.

 

My feet are running, my nose is not,

It’s all stuffed up and filled with snot.

I wheeze and blow,

But one thing I know,

Being knighted on Friday as Sir Dripsalot.

 

Toodle  Loo and Oogle Too were in a heated race,

Waddling down the road at a not so torrid pace.

Along came a hole,

Which swallowed them whole,

Said Loo to Too, I think we have fallen from grace.

 

There once lived a frog by the name of Bart,

He would moan and groan and hone his art.

The ladies he longed to do,

Alas, he was weak in the woo,

When mounting a croak, all he could do was fart.

 

Until my next time I give in to this silliness,  cheers.

Lines

Trademark,……really?


Here I go again. I am becoming addicted to limericks. Words and phrases keep popping into my head. If I am not careful, they could become my trademark. I am too weak to resist. They can be so delicious and tempting.

So, with that preamble in mind, here are two more to groan and giggle at.

A fine lady I know was a prancing,

Twirling and swirling and dancing.

The table I said,

Is not like your bed,

But in a pinch it’s great for romancing.

AND

Lady Nosebum read in circles most prudent,

Spewing mangled words she thought most fluent.

Was she smart and correct,

Cause no one could detect,

That she did enjoy a vowel movement.

Enough for  now. Till the next time.  Cheers.

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I need one of these after that!

Trademark