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Limericks To Kill The Blues

Stitcher Teacher Once, there lived a creature named Fitcher He studied hard to become teacher He used every thread It's what the rule said And Yes, after studying, now he stitcher
Frying Pan She asked me to write a pun That she could handle with Fan I went to the kitchen For a fast reflection Coming back with a frying pan
Banana's Swing Once there was a man from Havana His face was yellow like mangana He perched on a palm tree And let his himself swing free Because he thought he was banana
Ugly Carr There was an ugly old lady named Carr who searched for a place to park her nice car When she woke up tomorrow what happened, to her sorrow She was in garage, in hotel her car
Teaching Rehearsal Write this, one hundred times, now ' the teacher yelled '' ! And his scream in all the class was loudly heard Then he came out of the class ! And there was no voice or fuss He tested in empty class how words are spelled
Oud For Food Hungry cricket asked friend ant for food: "I used to sing, i would work, if i could" ' Scat, yelled the angry ant !!! ' ' Food .,? oh my dear i can't ' You're lazy creature, you're good just for Oud !
Zebra In Juventus There was a Zebra named Blackus Who never studied in the campus One day he was fired ' Cause he was admired He was top striker in Juventus

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Date: 5/16/2020 8:38:00 AM
*There was once a master in tower Soundless musing was his great power He sought voices for food Lucky he got his Oud Pleased he could frame a piece to devour* I liked and enjoyed your Limericks, Hamid.. fun reads kill the blues! Thank you for sharing. Always a great pleasure reading your words. God bless you. My deepest regards.
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Date: 5/19/2020 5:24:00 PM
So much pleased Besma, by your presence and fine comment. Its hardly logical that in modern times we still live in the past 14 century when the Black Death took its toll in Europe. Modernity doesn't mean scientific advance but rather like a time we have reached in our human not scientific evolution...We look pitiful regarding our new ways of living like wild animals in cage. confined, contained within four walls waiting for an alarm signal or a bell to toll our release. We poets are far much better than the rest, for we have what we resort to, and what can chase away our despair and stress !! lucky we, as poetry can pierce through the walls and reach far listeners who inject their uplifting words into our feeble veins; and thus we gain another day to live. thank you so much for your comment, for the fun reading and adding a new haiku that enlightened my mood..Oud of wood is better good than Oud of food...