I can understand how you are feeling
I’m hoping you can start healing
But at least I did have
A much-needed laugh
When your birthday cake flew to the ceiling
limericks
The cookie sheet.
“My ambition,” the cookie sheet said,
“Is provoking raw feelings of dread.
It’s going to be fun
Working under the sun
As a sign that says ‘No Turn On Red’.”
A phishy limerick.
This could be the funniest poem
Its punchline will really hit home
But there’s one thing I need
Before we proceed
Your credit card number in foam
The space mission.
While flying a mission to space
To study this most quiet place
There was a loud scream
Then seen on the screen
A mysterious ugly face
Bad news from the surgeon.
“Bad news,” said a sad Dr. Hune,
“The surgery ended too soon.
We barely got started
Just when your spouse farted,
We fled from the obnoxious fumes.”
Never insult a limerick.
“This limerick’s a fat waste of time!
I think reading it should be a crime!”
After those words were said
Our hero was dead
When he drowned in a pool full of slime
Lorraine’s unfortunate vacation.
There once was a girl named Lorraine
Who went for a flight on a plane
She made it okay
To Chesapeake Bay
But her luggage got flown into Spain
