Look at these birds of a feather
Frolicking gladly together.
The dolphin did dash,
The cow made a splash,
And neither one cared ’bout the weather.
One year ago today I wrote a pair of drinking limericks. Why have I not written more limericks?
- They’re work. Writing isn’t supposed to be work.
- Well, see #1.
The woman drove over train tracks
Spilled coffee all over her slacks.
She’s not a bad driver
But her investment advisor
Told her to give road trips the axe.
The lady who sat at the bar
Clearly ignored her car
She drove it to town
While wearing a gown
And left the poor door ajar
When the time came to leave
Too much booze made her heave
She puked for a bit
And then threw a fit
Because she got yak on her sleeve.