It’s Monday and limerick time again! I love seeing all your wonderful limericks. You can send in anything you like, or I’ll give you a prompt. This week’s prompt is GREEDY. Last week’s prompt was TOAST. Here are your wonderful creations from last week:
A poet cast in concrete
Said, ‘I don’t wish to be indiscreet
But it’s a bit of a sod
Standing here on my tod
When the dogs wee on my feet.’
Once buttered, one can’t add much more,
Or, soon his bread’s sticking to floor.
Which alters one’s plan,
And puts him in a jam –
Much like his dear toast on the floor.
I love the Asimov Quote
He once went off in a boat
He had toast for his tea
And visited the sea
But his boat just won’t stay afloat!
With words that are oft-times excessive
I seek to make discourse expressive
Since when I succeed
I get a nosebleed
I’ll just stick with passive-aggressive.
I’d like to propose a toast
To those that help the most
Selfishly they give
So that we might live
And make sure we don’t give up the ghost.
I really don’t mean to boast
But I make an awfully mean toast
Not too done nor pasty
It’s perfectly gold and tasty
And is known up and down the Coast.
There once was a city named Toast
Who the witches hated the most
Its forests were so dense
No spells could incense
So back to their cauldrens they’d post!
The best man was proposing a toast
But he just couldn’t help but boast
‘Today’s stunning bride,’
He drunkenly cried
‘Was yesterday’s notch on my bedpost!’
And something a bit different from Jason Moody:
Bread by itself,
It’s mighty fine
But in order to get the most
For a culinary thrill
Each on the grill
And in minutes you’ll have some toast.
There once was a lass
Who lacked culinary sass
But managed the occasional roast
But she’s since had enough
Of all that cooking stuff
So now she just eats toast.
Toast, it is said, is but warmed up bread
Requiring no feat involving skill
But it often suffices, and it can be the nicest thing since sliced…