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Hadn’t seen this one before but I saw this in a book:
There once was a man from Peru,
Whose limericks stopped at line twoand then later in the same book they had
There once was a man from Verdun
I like this.
There are two types of people:
- Those who can extrapolate
eye twitches from incomplete data
I figured that was a double layer of extrapolation.
Also couldn’t be bothered typing the rest on a phone.
There are 10 types of people in the world
All bases are base 10.
All bases are belong to us
- base10, provably
-Those who understand binary
-those who don’t
-those who didn’t expect this to be in ternary?
thousand yard stare
Verdun here
There was once an unfortunate bard
Who found fashioning limericks hard.
He stopped at line three
There once was a bard from Japan
Whose limericks never would scan
When told this was so
He replied, 'Yes, I know"
“But I always try and fit as many words into the last line as I possibly can.”there’s really no need to say more
God fucking damn genius.
My favourite language joke:
What’s the difference between a cat and a comma?
One’s got claws at the end of its paws, the other’s a pause at the end of a clause
*fixed order
What do you call Santa’s little helpers?
Subordinate Clauses
Not a limerick but I want to share my favorite pun joke
I once submitted ten puns to a pun contest, hoping one would win, but
No pun intendedHA! Nice!
I always thought that joke needs an actual pun in the first half so the “no pun intended” has a valid double meaning. I came up with:
I told the sad ghost ten puns to raise its spirits. No pun intendid.
It’s word play.
No pun intended.
“No pun in ten did [win the contest]”Yes I understand. It works spelled that way. But “no pun intended” doesn’t work because there was no pun in the initial setup. In my version both meanings make sense
And this is the fifth line of four…
This one’s great!
… he traded the fifth for a whore
… the four is an Int I adore
…
threethird bitsis all I afford… the four is an Int I adore
So that’s your stand on the square numbers vs fibonacci primes, I see
But a four is soooo symmetric.
You’ve gotta leave them wanting more
this is my favourite so far
“…I can’t think of a single word more.”
whose limericks stopped at line four
Bad rhythm. Should be “whose limericks would stop at line four”
That depends on whether you treat “limericks” as a trochee (long-short, i.e. “lim-ricks”) or a dactyl (long-short-short, i.e. “lim-er-icks”).
My bandwidth is crappy through Tor.
OR
Too much exposition’s a bore.
OR
Though a quatrain’s a ditty,
My pay’s itty bitty.
If you cut prose apart, so as to make more,
Perhaps, one day, I’ll afford my lost oar.
You’re both sadist and poetic boor.
There once was a mute man from spain
Who loved traveling on planes
When ask what he thought
Of the brand new concord
He saidAnd then he spoke not a word more.
And with that he walked out the door
“Yer Mom was a ________”
Nice lady who makes delicious snacks.
