It is the last day for the Estonian kroon,
As with euros they now make their fortune,
So like the franc mark and lira,
Its the end of another era,
And maybe other countries will follow them soon.
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Category: Limerick
Within 7 days of producing the last limerick, I must produce another. No pressure!
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Christmas Eve
The day before christmas is here,
And I would usually go out for beer,
Maybe meet a mate,
And stay out late,
But flu has worked against me this year.
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Being Isolated
I am sure that everyone wants to know how I stop myself going mad being in my room for the 5th day (apart from 2 excursions into the outside world which exhausted me).
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When on my own in my room its so still, There is no noise and the world’s so tranquil, So I can at last find, That voice in my mind, Saying “kill kill kill kill kill laugh madly then kill”(or alternatively watch tv online)
I am sure everyone like me was curious as to the link between the pyramid bottle shape and the name prism, ruined it all for me…
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There once was a confused little prism Who caused somewhat of a schism Cross sections weren’t unique The bottle rose to a peak Creating a name full of unrealism
I think that I am getting a bit better
So 5 lines should be not so bad to do
Still too ill to rhyme
Maybe next time
I will rhyme more lines than the 3rd and the 4th
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Man Flu Limerick
Man flu saps all available energy,
So you just cannot be arsed…
Dont even care if it rhymes,
And cannot even be bothered to do 5 lines.
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End of Term
Yet again it is the end of the term
And again I have picked up a germ
Which has sent me to bed
And it has to be said
I am already fed up of being infirm
I am already fed up of being infirm
Everyone is looking for ways to get fit
And its boring and so people quit
So if we have the power
Each day do jazz hands for an hour
Which would surely burn calories after a bit
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Beer Head
When you have filled up your body with beer,
And you wake up feeling a little bit queer,
Go back to bed
And then rest your head
And be more moderate for the rest of the year
Today little specks of glistening ice fell like dust around the town of Bilgewater, probably at last cementing its place in my mind as a town that is not half as bad as it used to be (or maybe at least twice as good?)
In Bilgewater when the evening was early Dust like ice fell slowly but surely It settled on the ground Glistening all around I’d say it was fairy dust (if I was girlie!)* ~There again as Dan pointed out it might have been ash from a nuclear explosion