Rio Jansen Poet Limerick

Limericks and other funny tricks III

My wife's housekeeping skills are lackluster.
For getting things done, I just can't trust her.
And her oven runs too hot,
and the sole besom she's got
flies only between Salem and Custer.
I caught that crass, old man on the moon
sneak a peak at my naked wife, June.
In anger, I discussed the matter
with my good friend, the mad hatter,
who said, "Ignore. He's just a buffoon."

When it came to the art of rappin',
this kid knew how to make it happen.
The scenes of a dark apocalypse
that gushed forth from his wet, stormy lips
had all souls standing around clappin'.
I'm not that smart; I'm not a wizard.
I have the brain of one, small lizard.
I'm not astute.
I don't compute.
So, mamma always says,"Thank God you're cute."

I still pick up lost pennies
even though they ain’t worth a cent,
and they can’t be used anymore
to pay for food, drink, or rent.

I’ve been a penny pincher all my life.
Some call me a tightwad and cheap.
But unlike so many others I know
I ain’t the one who’s in debt knee-deep.

So let ’em make fun of my penny habit,
I couldn’t  care less how they spin it.
I’ll continue to pick up lost pennies,
even though there ain’t no more value in it.

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