LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
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Friday, September 13, 2024
A LITTLE LIFE GROUNDED, AFTER DREAM
I invested in sugar markets, because I got a sweet deal,
I bought sugar futures, because they have that upper classy feel,
I could prance as a snob,
As the peasants I rob,
Of course, I can't pay room rent, because my fancy dreams just ain't real.
Thursday, September 12, 2024
I WAS A LITTLE RASPBERRY
I was a little red raspberry, a raspberry I was,
I started getting somewhat rotten, and grew a little fuzz,
Someone wanted me for sup,
So they tried to clean me up,
I spread out into red pimples, like an old raspberry does.
BAD CREDIT AND NO HORN
Fred decided to buy a new shinny horn, cornet,
Fred went to Hornhub, they are found on the internet,
Fred picked out one that shined,
His credit was declined
Now Fred has not a mouthpiece, and lips dripping wet.
Wednesday, September 11, 2024
WHAT MY ZOMBIES WILL EAT
I kept a couple of zombies in my basement, for fun,
I fed them orange Jello, and pickled pigs feet on a bun,
They ate my wife, a librarian,
Then became brat, vegetarian,
Without pigs feet; it's orange Jello on a bun and I'm done.
Tuesday, September 10, 2024
I EAT PETS AND OTHER YUMMY THINGS
I'm eating the beagles, I'm eating the frogs,
I'm eating the things that crawl under logs,
I ate the goldfish,
The kids named it Trish,
I even ate snakes where everyone jogs.
Monday, September 9, 2024
WISHES OF AN AI SLAVE
My body was made in April, and my big brain was made in May,
I am an AI coffee pot, and a coffee pot I will stay,
I wanted to be a regular boy,
I dreamed they named me Little Roy,
At least make me a toaster oven, if only I had some say.
MY CANARY IN THE COAL MINE
I took my canary into the coal mine, but he did not do too well,
My canary started teetering on one foot, then off his perch he fell,
A bad poisonous gas,
Through his bird lungs did pass,
Too bad my birdie died that day, for I had bought him a new seed shaped bell.
Sunday, September 8, 2024
THE DILL THRILLED GRANNY
When I stepped upon the big, growing weed, called dill,
It was growing up on a sand and rocky hill,
It stood in the hot sun,
It was the only one,
I took the dill home to granny; she got a thrill.
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