Sorry to hear that you've broken your foot.
Now that you have to sit down and stay put,
You could lay on the sofa and curl up,
And follow the path of the world cup
Unless the damned TV's kaput.
My right foot is broken and sore,
Can't put weight on it no more.
Doc said once it has knit
I could tap dance with it.
I said "Funny - I couldn't before!"
Breaking bones is not a fun thing to do.
If it's your foot, you can not wear your shoe.
You have to hop up and down
while your face sports a frown
as you angle your way into the loo.
Tracking error occurs on the trail
if your hunting skills are pretty stale.
You thought a cow was a deer.
You better lay off the beer
or be known for your ultimate fail.
I don't know what you were thinking
when you laid down your beer and quit drinking,
'cause the puns around here
go down better with beer
for our poetry prowess is stinking.
One thing I can't quite remember
is a night I once spent in Denver.
The pot stores around town
were all burned to the ground.
I barely remember the embers.
Last night we had a thundershower.
Temps dropped; I don't mean to sound sour,
Nor mean to complain,
But along with the rain
The wind blew at fifty miles per hour.
She asked for an F-type connector,
but the sales-clerk sought to correct her.
"What you need is a PAL."
She said, "Stop it now,
your sweet talk won't gather my nectar."
Seven long months of horrible drought
Are over, I actually almost thought
It will never end.
Rain prayers not sent,
But now sending thanks to the Lord.
There once was a lady from Dover
Who thought that her love life was over.
But then came the time
She learned a new rhyme
And found a new lover from Plover.
It's time this thread get some praise,
It's been ignored for the last thirty days.
I was saddened to see,
It slipped to Page Three,
Let's reignite this limerick craze.
I feared that the man from Nantucket
Had kicked the proverbial bucket.
I am happy to learn
That the limerick returns.
Let us all vow never to chuck it!