Line-by-line limerick thread

Each poster comes up with the next line, whoever finishes the limerick starts the next one.


There once was a man who felt blue

Because he was afraid of his shoe.

DAMN! my second line would have ended in "Jew" so now I have nothing to bring to the table.

So he showered while armed

And found himself harmed

When he slipped, lost his grip, and KABLEW!

There was a young fella called Cooper

Who liked to do dudes in the pooper

Though you might despair of his taste

For impacting of waste

The bugger sure was a tireless little trooper.

There once was a starship captain named Kirk

Sorry, Packard, but you've got the meter for limericks wrong.

Fixing it, it would start:

>>There once was a Captain named Kirk<<

Who threw himself into his work

(I could debate that for weeks, after working for two years on a research project on lyrical meter, but I daresay that would make this a Red Room thread. You've never seen a true partisan until you watched Skulaceva arguing with empirical metricists.)

He got in a mess

While removing the dress

Of a Romulan who liked to twerk.



I knew a young fellow from Kent

Whose dick was so curiously bent

it curved all around

Twisting close to the ground

And in ladies could not make a dent.

I knew a young Forger named chump

Who got so fed up with this dump

That he lifted his leg

(Which was really a peg)

And battered poor gul like a chump.

If ever you need to engage

A hooker who isn't of age

Make sure that you've added her name
To your limerick's first line,
And she'll --

Eat macaroni salad like a champion bobsledder.

There was an old chap from Des Moines

Who had a warm feel in his loins

He went up to Ames