A funny replacement limerick I invented about one of the most famous limericks of all time. It’s a bit vulgar, but apart from that it’s ok.

Poem about a good man,who built his dog.a beautiful house…

When someone has the all clear from cancer, you can be nothing short of elated.

Don’t let problems overflow and stew.

A poem about magic.

A poem.

Poem about why the poor complain.

Poem.

THERE IS THREE HANDS TO EVERY CUFF,,,
YOUR’S,MINE,AND THE LORDS….
YOUR HAND WAS GIVEN TO ME BY THE ONE
WHO THOUGHT I NEEED YOU MOST
AND IT WAS HIM
WHO PUT US???
HAND AND.

You’ve gotten pretty far in a job discussion. You like them. They like you. And it’s getting down to the nitty gritty. Then your prospective employer pops the question you’ve been dreading: “So what are you making now?” (or some variation like, “What were you making in your last position? "You freeze. You know that answering the question can only hurt you. It might peg you at a salary you feel you’ve outgrown or that you improperly negotiated. And you know that you’re always supposed to let the other person name a price first in any negotiation.