A Limerick On The 4th of July, et als.
The 4th of July Swap
When fireworks started their popping,
And grandfather wished they were stopping,
The neighbor next door
fired off many more,
And led patriotic Grandma to swapping.
There once was a man from New York
who couldn't eat food with a fork.
He tried and he tried,
'til finally he died,
While using chopsticks to eat some pork.
For years and years turned over,
Children work to find the right clover.
It must have four leaves
Or their little heart grieves.
The "good luck" was finding that clover.
If stumped by a question
gives you indigestion,
a thought I would like to propose,
for just such a case as those,
"I don't know, but here's my suggestion."
For the frolic and play
of a great childhood day,
you might try and recover the charm
without letting you do too much harm.
Just relive that memory, don't play.
Looking For The Waitress....
There once was a waitress of skill,
for whose looks most women would kill.
Her wiggling hips,
Insured big tips,
But you still got stuck with the bill.
Not exactly Farmer Bill....
Aeson Pidlan Poe
as a gardener was quite slow.
His crops were late planted,
and withered when he ranted,
but still they knew just how to grow.
Wanted: A Mate....
For years he had searched for a mate.
Then, thinking it might be too late,
He went to the store;
saw one to adore,
later cursing his sorry, sad fate.
(She was just shopping for a rich husband!)