there was a young lady from Plot

In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I did write a few limericks this morning. I started the challenge on a fibromyalgia board for fibromyalgia limericks, and then again on the writing board. I'll give you one of each. There once was a girl with fibro. She was always moving real slow. She walked with a can, Claiming unbearable pain With depression and fatigue also. There was a smart girl from the States. Writing books she said was her fate. She worked all day long Though it might have seemed wrong But her muse simply would not abate. Anyone else?

I was thinking of starting a limerick writing discussion, but thought I'd do a search for the topic first, and of course it'd been done before ... which is great, as I love limericks too. Here are a couple for you. The first one, I wrote when I was a teen, and received honourable mention in one of our city newspapers magazine supplements. Red Deer Alberta they say Came by its name in this way One morning at dawn A doe and her fawn Were caught spying for communist pay This last one is a collaboration done not too long ago, by my niece and I. There once was a hamster named Larry Who was so incredibly hairy He jumped in his wheel With a great deal of zeal After drinking a bit too much sherry

a policeman from near clapham junction, had a pe nis that just wouldnt function for the rest of his life he fooled his poor wife with snot on the end of his truncheon There was a young lady from Crewe who, as the arch bishop withdrew said the vicar is quicker, slicker and thicker and four inches longer than you Not mine i know, but i hope they make you smile, blessed be