Continuing with some limericks. Next week will probably be my last set of limericks for a while. Again, their point being to ease the transition between more difficult forms.
But for now, enjoy a few more!
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The piñata I hung in my room
Is more boring than one would assume.
It collects too much dust. It's too hard to bust,
Filled with candy i cannot consume.
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A singer who called himself Steven
Had a voice that was rather uneven.
He got punched in the mouth when he traveled down south
And massacred "Don't Stop Believin'".
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And Englishman wore a disguise,
To give his good wife a surprise.
A fake beard and a wig, while dancing a jig.
But his wife didn't fall for his lies.
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The door at the end of the hall
Was painted at the end of last fall.
It used to be green, but when it was seen
Nobody had liked it at all.
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I met a young girl from Dubai
Who was born on the Fourth of July.
She said, "No big deal. That day lacks appeal."
Then she shrugged and bid my goodbye.
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