Sunday Limerick

I sort of think that Sunday

Wasn't meant to be a fun day/

So I'll save up all the fun

until this day's all done,

And joke and laugh this Monday.

Winter's wintry blasts

Are not a thing that lasts.

But freeze my nose and toe,

and make my nose to blow,

Makes it seem three months of fasts.

Sure things are not so sure.

Some soaps are not as pure.

The percent means that they float,

Like an almost sunken boat,.

So their ad should be more truer.

[Note: Ivory Soap's 99.44% pure is the measure of its specific gravity, which means (as Ivory points out) that "it floats" by having a specific gravity less than water's specific gravity.]

Startled

One startling thing I've learned

from countless loves that were spurned:

when the chick is real hot,

you'd best touch her not,

or you're the one that gets burned!

Waiting for the ice cream truck,

As a goalie awaits the puck,

You know not when,

but any moment then,

you wish yourself swift luck

A limerick ought to be funny

A limerick ought to be funny

to last and earn its money.

No didily dee,

and whoopy for me,

Just incredibly bright and sunny.

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