Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one.
A Musk rat and a vengeful dog
Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg
In a rocket they'll launch
The critter with a paunch
Always croaking like a bullfrog
Trump wrote a poem about the day
A verse about those who will pay
For insubordination
He'll demand castration
Through vengeance, he will get his way
Took them all to the launching pad
The rat, the dog, Fat Kim and Vlad
Cast them into deep space
Earth will be a safer place
When it's saved from those who are madddd
Kim Jong Un asked to be on board
It was a seat he could afford
"Take Putin for the ride"
Trump wants him at his side
Into space and beyond they soared
The real 'rocket man,' evil Kim
Thinks the world should belong to him
Trump and Vlad lost in space
Lil Pudge will take their place
And King will be his pseudonym
Categories:
pudge, corruption, how i feel,
Form: Limerick
The woman was angry and called me dumb.
Because I had nicknamed her mettlesome.
Mixing up this word
With another- so absurd.
The mean adjective that is meddlesome.
I quickly showed her this tiny mistake.
Stubborn her head was as hard as a rake.
She kept a grudge.
Thus I called her “pudge”
So I guess best friends we will never make.
Categories:
pudge, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Deb dieted to a size four
She walked and her bones scratched the floor
Her knee caps were locking
But no men came knocking
It’s Christmas, can’t take anymore!
So now Deb sits waiting for Nick
It's cold, he best get here real quick
Ole Nick has eight pets
As good as it gets
It’s rumored they fly (what a trick!)
Nick warned her he carries such pudge
That Deb fears his sleigh will not budge
But he vowed they’d ride
With Rudolph as guide
O’er rooftops through snow, rain and sludge
*November 28, 2018
For Sara’s “Park Bench at Christmas” Contest
Image Number Six
Categories:
pudge, christmas, humor,
Form: Limerick
Open the door of opportunities;
Take a peek inside;
My door, though it has secrets, really has nothing to hide;
And though you may be sceptical;
Who are you to judge?
I mean really, look at yourself! I see a little pudge!
Take the chance and seek the thrill;
Or stay cooped up inside…..
But really, though you may see shadows, there is nothing here to hide.
Categories:
pudge, adventure, journey, life, may,
Form: Rhyme