Limericks and Ryhmes, but please keep em' clean, this time

[Gary W. Graley]

So if you know of a limerick or ryhme, feel free to post if you wish
My only request, since I'm the original poster, is that they be of
a clean nature, so it may tire some of you to find the clean ones

Here's one to start, heard it on an old, very old, episode of Columbo

There once was a fellow named Finnegan
Who escaped from a jail so to sin again
He broke laws by he dozen,
even stole from his cousin
So the jail he broke out of he’s in again

Thanks in advance for keeping this in the community area, or I'll needs be
shutting it down
G2

 

[JoeKansas1]

Before Sal there was the nail nick
Opening knives wasn't quick.
His historical role
Was the opening hole
Now opening knives is quite slick!

 

[Esav Benyamin]

The sheaths Gary makes are a miracle,
which is clearly both factual and empirical.
The fit is exact,
and you know that's a fact,
as all of his customers wax lyrical.

 

[Esav Benyamin]

A friend of the Man in the Moon
wrote a limerick for lovers in June.
The song didn't sell,
though why I can't tell,
perhaps they should find a new tune.

 

[Gary W. Graley]

Nice one guys and thanks Esav
G2

There once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small,
He knew nothing at all,
And now he's a college Professor

 

[Esav Benyamin]

The roads are all paved and look good,
but whether we walk them, or should,
depends on our goal,
and how deep in a hole
we're willing to fall if we would.

 

[shaldag]

Nice one guys and thanks Esav
G2

There once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small,
He knew nothing at all,
And now he's a college Professor

Oh, I'll get you for that, Gary.

There once was a fellow named Gary
whose legs were incredibly hairy
He made trousers of leather
to clad regions nether
but were they comfortable? Not very.

 

[Mongo]

I've been wracking my brain for some CLEAN limmericks... Nope, don't have any!

 

[Guyon]

There once was a hippie named Mongo,
Who drummed a gigantic bongo.
Oh those were the days,
he called "purple haze."
Mongo rhymes only with bongo.

 

[Esav Benyamin]

Though Mongo rhymes only with bongo,
it also rhymes nicely with Congo,
where he's never been --
he couldn't get in --
"purple haze" violates their musical canon and simply sounds wrongo.

 

[Guyon]

While Mongo does rhyme with Congo,
And pongo, and tongo, and dong-o.
The joke was more fun,
If the poet was one,
Who could only rhyme Mongo with bongo.

 

[Esav Benyamin]

It's true I have never heard Pongo
pygmaeus residing in Congo,
but poetic license allows
for placing the most sacred cows
wherever you need them to help our Mongo.

 

[Gary W. Graley]

Oh, I'll get you for that, Gary.

There once was a fellow named Gary
whose legs were incredibly hairy
He made trousers of leather
to clad regions nether
but were they comfortable? Not very.

There is a fellow named Gary
who is sometimes quite contrary
he neither bats an eye
nor releases a cry
as the Limericks grow ever so Scary

of course, there are always exceptions to that professor limerick

and Poor Mongo, hopefully this will break the streak
of limericks about him for a time
G2

 

[Esav Benyamin]

As G2 steps in
to save Mongo from sin
we hope it's not late
to still celebrate
the season of joy we all find ourselves in.