For the second week in a row, we did line-at-a-time limericks at Playground last night. Also for the second week in a row, I sucked horribly at it! Limerick writing isn’t a skill I’ve exactly mastered, and doing a line of a limerick based on other peoples’ lines is even harder. Clearly I need to practice a lot more. This is an important life skill!

In the name of practice and public humiliation, I’m going to subject you to a few limericks I’ve come up with. I hope you’ll still respect me in the morning.

There was a meek man named Jared
Who late every night got scared
He turned out the light
Then felt something bite
On his little pink toes that were bared

In a huge shopping mall was a store
Where you could buy a sweet rhyme and more
A poet came in
And just dropped his pen
For the store made him look like a bore

On a cold and rainy fall day
Two lovers did roll in the hay
The roof started leaking
But the floor boards kept creaking
‘Cause the lovers just wiped it away

There was a young girl who danced
You could even say that she pranced
But one day she slipped
Her nails got all chipped
Well, it’s better than being depantsed

In an office up on the hill
The accountants looked for a thrill
They jumbled the numbers
Tried hard to make blunders
Then each popped a little pink pill