Posted on 02/03/2026 7:03:22 AM PST by SouthWall
Some days, you just wake in a good mood.
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Thank you very much and God bless you,
Jim
She’d be arrested in France though.
A rhyme can be jollyAnd breaks not when mademoiselles appall.
For a Doug or a Dolly,
Happy Tuesday back at you!
That was cute and fun.
I’m looking around for my shopworn, past warranty Thinking Cap. It was just here, last year.
Maybe I can cobble something together later on.
Very good!
Thank you for the limerick.
Here’s one, courtesy of the Eagles:
What kind of love have you got
You should be home but you’re not
A room full of noise
And dangerous boys
Still make you thirsty and hot
“Victim of Love” from the Hotel California album.
Maybe if I concentrate and come up with a limerick I'll think straight again. /s
Not sure who came up with this one, but remember Ferguson Missouri?
There once was a thug named Brown
Who bum rushed a cop with a frown
Six bullets later
He met his creator
And his homies burnt down the town
there once was a driver named Good.
That put an Ice Agent on hood.
Her partner yelled drive,
Good didn’t survive.
her interior now covered in blud.
Woe to the right-wing podcasters
Who bow to their left-wing slavemasters
Who pay them to feign
Support for Trump’s reign
While cleverly plotting disasters.
There once was a lady from Nantucket
She kept all her cash in a bucket
Her daughter named Nan
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket Nan tuck it.
Tommy Sands
Humpity Dumpty was pushed, head over heels all over the wall
Humpity Dumpty was pushed, nobody knew it at all
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Gathered around and kicked him again
Then they sent for the press and a couple of friends
And knelt on the ground and they chanted amen
Humpity Dumpty was pushed, head over heels all over the wall
Humpity Dumpty was pushed nobody knew it at all
The following morning the headlines would tell
Really it was inevitable
Mr Dumpty was drunk, and he fell from the wall
And perhaps a bit cracked and shell-shocked and all
Humpity Dumpty was pushed , head over heels all over the wall
Humpity Dumpty was pushed nobody knew it at all
They wrote in the papers, they wrote in the news
They wrote it in all of the history books
They wrote it in blood and they knew it would stick
And I swallowed it all and I nearly got sick
They took me to hospital, put me in bed
They took off my clothes and examined my head
You’re poisoned, you’re poisoned, with needles they said
My system rejected the things I was fed
Humpity Dumpty was pushed, head over heels all over the wall
Humpity Dumpty was pushed, nobody knew it at all
They took me from there and they called me insane
The walls they were padded the door it was chained
Then they took me from there and they put me in jail
For electing that life I suffered in shame
I cried every night and I slept every day
And I waited for someone to take me away
Nothing was right and nothing was wrong
Until I was forced for to learn this knew song
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
...You know the rest….
This little piggie went to market
Where they buy and sell the stocks.
This little piggie came home again
With his system full of shocks.
I don’t understand their language,
Don’t know what it’s all about,
But the bull sells up
And the bear sells down,
And the broker sells you out.
—Frank Crumit, 1929
Joe and Jill went up a hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jill looked down to see the clown
Sniffing someone’s daughter
There was a young lady of Chichester
whose good looks made the Saints in their niches stir
one Sunday at Mass
the curve of her ***
made the Bishop of Chichester’s britches stir.
Nice
There was once a young woman named Wight
Whose speed was much greater than light.
She went out one day, in a relative way,
And returned on the previous night.
"Written by Tommy Sands in the mid-seventies and inspired by grafitti in the toilets of a pub in Belfast, Sands’ song challenges the media portrayal of the “truth” in the context of Northern Ireland, especially in relation to unfair imprisonment. He states: “If all the truths that I was inoculated with since, through education, press and media are anything to go by, then Mr. Dumpty was probably pushed off the wall” (Liner notes to Singing of the Times)."
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