Official /lit/ limerick thread

>>8434802
OC INCOMING
There once was a fag from New York
Who fucked his asshole with a fork
all the while he cried
until he finally died
all for his ex boyfriend Bjork

there once was a thing called a v2
to pilot you just did not need to
you just pushed a button
and it didn't leave nuttin
but destruction and death and debris too

>>8434948
>>8434915
>>8434802
>There once
>There once
>There once

Can't we be a bit more creative than that?

awoke in the middle of the night
eyes shot in a spat of fright
yet clearly we see
there is nothing around thee
but the dawn's impending light

water doth quench the tongue
and air doth fill the lung
but how can you tell
how low is hell
left wanting of love or fun

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When I sniff something ideological
My sniffing turns pathological
And so on
And so on
It soon becomes scatological

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>>8434999
>water doth quench the tongue
>and air doth fill the lung
>but how can you tell
>how low is hell
>left wanting of love or fun

Fug..

When I was studying history at college last year, we were doing a group presentation and I wrote this little limerick for it. It's not much but then I just put it together in half an hour.

Richard le Breton- son of Robert le Bret,
Was a noble knight from Somerset.
Although his actions may have been absurd,
Commands from a king were all that he heard.
"Will no onerid me of this turbulent priest?!"
So onward he rode, toward the south east.
With Tracy, Morville and FitzUrse,
Soon Beckett would be in a hearse!
To the cathedral of Canterbury they wende,
Seeking out the archbishop's end.
The pious man was knelt at the altar,
But from their orders they would not falter.
With a single violent stroke,
Head and sword were together broke.
Though he sought but to serve King and nation,
His efforts would only result in excommunication.