B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for September 17, 2009

Go for it kid. This may be your only way to skip “skool” legally.

Actually, limericks DO count as poetry.

That would be yes then……ouch .

There was a young man from Australia Who painted his @rse like a dahlia The colour was fine Likewise the design But the aroma, well that was a failure!

Pvt Hancock in “Breaker Morant”

Sure sounds poetic to me!

hahaha

Good point.

There once was a man from Japan Whose limericks never would scan The reason was Simply because He tries to get everything into the last line that he possibly can.

Touché.

Rakkav That may be true, however teach is pulling the strings here.

Enjoy your detention, Johnny. Hehehe!

Smooth…real smoooooooth.

Sure it does. It’s so easy, a caveman can do it.

I thought it was rock-et science!

There once was a guy named Obama Whose connections caused far too much drama He talked about change But his message was strange So he promised to find us Osama

Obama can speak really well An empty bag he can sell But if you look past his skin And see from within He’s only and empty shell.

Though he knew his record was thin Obama was sure he could win Sure, the crowd did adore him But they couldn’t vote for him Being residents of East Berlin

There was a young liberal named Barry And with young Michelle he did marry But he tempted his fate and in Denver did mate With a woman who goes by Hill-ary

There was a young man named Paul. Who, in the saddle road tall. His habit was trim But there was a low limb. And the horse returned to the stall.

From me.

There is a guy named OBAMA

He GOT ELECTED BY MORE VOTES

The truth does not have to do anything but be true.

Oooooooo, did some one sting a liberal nerve?

To get back to the topic:

There once was a lady from Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger. They came back from the ride With the lady inside, And the smile on the face of the tiger.