Several slightly childish limericks that I composed.
There once was a man named Furfoo
Who hailed from the planet Naboo
He heard the earth callin’
But sniffed up some pollen,
And now all he says is achoo!
I Suggest that if your at a bore
You listen to this piece of lore
You might learn a thing,
How to make a swing
So I think I’ll write a bit more
I once went over to Paris in France
To learn how to tango and disco dance
I got a good teacher
Who talked like a preacher
And loved to wear purple polka dot pants
And when I was done with my schooling
A new dictator was ruling
He tried to stop freedom
So we went to meet ‘im
But with him there was now fooling.
So we went on a protesting walk
And at various places did talk
We won back our dancing,
And all started prancing
Way down to Languedoc.
By chance I saw a bird up in the sky
He started to climb going up way too high
An airplane came near
The bird flew in fear
And with a puff of feathers, he fell down to die.
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