Limerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: BOOT at the end of any one line
It’s Limerick-Off time, once again. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same rhyme word. Then you post your limerick(s) as a comment to this post and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook too.
I hope you’ll join me in writing limericks using BOOT at the end of any one line. (Homonyms or homophones are fine.)
The best submission will be crowned Limerick-Off Award Winner. (Here’s last week’s Limerick-Off Award Winner.)
Additionally, you may write themed limericks related to HYPOCRISY, using any rhyme scheme. And of course I’ll present an extra award — one for the best HYPOCRISY-related limerick.
How will your poems be judged? By meter, rhyme, cleverness, and humor. (If you’re feeling a bit fuzzy about limerick writing rules, here’s my How To Write A Limerick article.)
I’ll announce the winners on December 24, 2017, right before I post the next Limerick-Off. So that gives you two full weeks to submit your clever, polished verse. Your submission deadline is Saturday, December 23, 2017 at 10:00 p.m. (Eastern Time.)
Here’s my limerick:
My computer refuses to boot.
This is brutal! And backup? Oh shoot!
My backup drive crashed.
I’m in hell! All’s been trashed!
Might as well go get smashed on some Brut.
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Tags: Backups, Competition Limerick, Computer Humor, Computer Limerick, Limerick Challenge, Limerick Contest, Poetry & Prompts, Technology Humor, Technology Limerick, Writing Prompts
The bad guys yelled “give us the loot!”
“Hand it over right now or we’ll shoot.”
But their quick getaway
Very soon went astray
‘Cause their getaway car got the boot.
Since the swamp in the White House was made,
Rednecks cheered till their masters betrayed
With all their hypocrisy
Killing democracy –
It’s a plutocracy raid!
“Why is Italy shaped like a boot?”
Asked the workers who travelled en route.
They can’t fit all of you
In a little wee shoe
And you wouldn’t get through your commute.
When he groped her, that big dumb galoot
Got a kick in his low-hanging fruit
With such pain, he could feel
That the toe and the heel
Were the things made of steel in her boot.
The power of big shots was moot
When the victims cried out in dispute.
Did the perverts get fined?
I know some had resigned
While some more of their kind got the boot.
Those half-sized cars are cute
Their horns sound just like a flute
But to brush snow off your car
You still can’t get far
Unless you’re wearing one boot
John is a big galoot
Each time he cheats, we have a dispute
When I caught him with my sister,
I said, “Get Out Mister”
(That’s when I gave him the boot)
CHICAGO WEIRDO
In my never-ending pursuit
To find “just” the right boot
I searched the “Net”
Found one in Tibet
Boy, that was some commute!
Did you ever just love a boot,
That you thought was amazingly cute?
But then it snowed
And you thought you’d explode
Till you found you galoshes that were caught in the chute
When our toddlers were so very cute
We’d buy them a red snow suit
But we moms freaked out
As we looked all about
‘Cause we could never find that other damned boot!
Although he’s a nut and a fruit,
There are times when I pity the brute.
Poor President Trump
Has a pain in his rump
Where his master has Putin the boot.
My daughter is very cute
And this may seem a bit minute
But when she got dressed
(She did her best)
The foot was on the other boot
She trained and now owns this old coot,
Who comes every week, with much loot.
While kneeling and wanking,
He’ll beg for his spanking,
Then lick when she offers her boot.
My daughter is amazingly cute
But got pregnant by a man who’s a brute
He’s out of a job
He’s a complete slob
And just got out of prison, to boot
Santa made his annual route
Wearing his traditional red suit
But when he got to Kent
He got stuck in the vent
‘Cause something got stuck in his boot
The pain in my back is acute,
Have a pain in my leg now, to boot.
I don’t walk now, I limp,
I’m not being a wimp.
In misery, I scream, “Oh, shoot!”
A guy thought he was being cute,
That she strongly objected was moot.
‘Twas his “second brain”
All curled up in pain
Where he felt the tip of her boot.
Health or wealth? Dr Carson has both,
And his bank account shows healthy growth.
Why are homeless folk crying
And sick people dying?
The Doc’s hypocritical oath.
Should we give Mr. Trump the boot?
Some actually think he’s cute
With that orange hair
Which creates quite a glare
He’s still a broken- down coot
Said the bimbo, “For treating the root,
Why’m I naked except for one boot?”
“A patient quite nude
Would be really too rude”,
Said her dentist, preparing to shoot.
A riddle: Who am I?
With no wig, I’d be bald as a coot;
I am stupid, and vicious to boot.
Though I don’t have a soul,
I have one sacred goal:
To defile, to destroy, to pollute.
A horny and wealthy old coot
Tried to wow all the girls with his loot.
But one gal said “don’t try
‘Cause your crap I won’t buy,
So get lost or I’ll give ya the boot!”
An executive took lots of loot
From the skydiving firm, got the boot.
And although he resigned,
Later on, we did find
He was given a gold parachute.
Politicians are getting the boot
For fondling gals who are cute
As time marches on
They will all be gone
Oh no! We’ll be stuck with Newt
We all know this adulterer, Newt,
Who gave multiple spouses the boot.
Now his third wife’s our rep
At the Vatican. Yep,
That’s hypocrisy. (Trump says it’s moot.)
Jimmy “The Shark” went to Beirut
Robbed a bank; stuffed the loot in a boot
He tripped and fell
And ran like hell
Wound up in a stockpile of Lebanese fruit
Oh, hypocrite, we know your name,
You’ve sparked racist hatreds aflame.
You’re one big falsehood,
Your greed, understood.
All you know is one big con game.
Every Sunday he goes to Mass
His friends think he’s really first-class
Then he comes home and steals
Which clearly reveals
He is just a hypocritical ass
Those Canadians sure are a hoot.
What’s this “curling”? It sounds kind of cute.
And they seem rather keen
On this stuff called “poutine.”
What the heck are they talking aboot?
I wanted this gorgeous boot
But, really, I had no loot
I recognized the owner
From Motel Boner
“That’ll be free” he said (what a hoot)
I gave my hubby the boot
He was just a big galoot
He was not very nice
Never took my advice
And with each step there was a “toot”
A FAMOUS LATIN PHRASE: “De gustibus non est disputandum”which means:
With taste there is no dispute
But Janie bought this boot:
With four inch spikes
And zig zag stripes
This girl is quite a fruit
Sean and Tucker think they’re high-brow
Laura, too, is just holier than thou
I caught them with Chuck and Nancy
Having lunch at the famous Le Fancy
So who are the hypocrites now?
Mad: Is it HYPOCRITES? If so can you change it?
Thank you (previous limerick)
*****
Done.
There’s a lady named Donna Brazile
Who used to work up on the “hill”
Now she’s written a book
And carefully undertook
Telling tales that she loves to spill
(HYPOCRISY)
A man who was wearing one boot
Came into my store to buy fruit
I’m a butcher, I said,
I sell meat that is dead
So all I can offer is suet.
A man in a very smart suit
Just had to dispose of his”loot”
So he opened the trunk
To display all his junk
(As we say here}a sale from car boot.
Revised:
I have client who ask’d me
Forsooth,
I remember my computer to boot
When the software won’t scoot
And t’aint nothin to lose
But to reach for the power to GOOSE
She says she knows when it’s time to choose a warm or a cold boot.
Without hesitation, with no reservation
She’s clear, no confusion up here BUT
ONE THING, she’s confused by
And is unclear to choose why
When she must select a wet boot instead
So that’s where the dread collect
And she’s needing the truth to choose
The wet boot my friend comes right at the end
When the poodle falls into some puddle or other UN- Do’t
With a Wet B-B-Boot!
A powerful King named Canute
In the river did put his large boot
But the tide from the Crouch
Just made him say “ouch”
As the water rose up pas hi “lute”.
I’ve decided to give him the boot
All the lost time, I cannot recoop
I tossed out his clothes
And called all of his hoes
And told them he’s waiting on the stoop
She was wearing one shoe and one boot;
The effect, though surprising, was cute.
She explained, “One is slinky,
But some johns like kinky,
So one of them’s certain to suit.”
Said Donald, “I’m no Nazi brute!
Police state? Dictatorship? Shoot!
Compare me with Hitler?
That loser was littler!”
(But why does he wear a jackboot?)
The Highwayman shouldered his loot,
His sword pressed to my sternum to boot.
“Am I soon to be dead?”
“I am thinking,” he said.
“For the moment, your question is moot.”
You horrible lazy old coot
Get out of here now, just you scoot
I’ll give you the boot
Instead of the loot
You’re cheating: that’s not the right suit!
A wife gave her husband the boot
For failing to bring home the loot
His lottery ticket
‘Got stuck in the wicket’
He said, but that didn’t compute
In response to Tim James:
Timsy, don’t you be such a galoot
Our sports and poutine are a hoot.
And “aboot” we will boast
Is found on the East Coast
So your theory’s toast, then. to boot.
Donald says he’s virtually a saint
With capabilities of great restraint
But 3 more ladies came out
And were happy to shout:
“Tell the world, angelic, he ain’t”
(HYPOCRACY)
Santa was on his annual route
When something got caught in his boot
He looked down to check
And hurt his neck
His arthritis was very acute
My Stuart Weitzman’s are OH! so cute
And they cost me plenty of loot
But I fell in the mud
They got full of crud
Now I’ll have to go back and re-boot!
We were on our regular route
When we stopped to buy mom some fruit
She chopped it up fine
Then added some wine
We were stuffed and hooched- up, to boot
WHAT A HYPOCRITE !
I’m Jewish and filled with glee
Eight gifts, just for me
Next week I’ll be Christian
I’m excited about this one
Awesome presents under the tree
Mad Please eight presents to eight GIFTS in previous limerick
Thank you
You go out and buy ONE boot
Then you give the clerk some loot
It’s just for one time
Cause you need a rhyme
And the salesman thinks you’re a fruit
Me sell shoes? No, it’s not my strong suit.
Though I tried, I just wasn’t astute.
What I did was wrong,
So before too long
Boss decided to give me the boot.
RELIGIOUS HYPOCRITE
He “davens” religiously every day
You may have seen this back and forth sway
Then he goes to New York
And orders roast pork
When the cat’s away, the mouse will play
He sang a nice song ’bout a boot
With his daughter who was very cute.
His first wife was named Nancy,
She wasn’t too fancy.
And MORONE! did he have lots of loot!
(who is he?)
Moore’s a boor, and a pedo to boot;
He’s a slimeball, a piece of… well… shoot;
Now let’s all give a cheer —
He’s thrown out on his ear —
And let’s all give Doug Jones our salute!
What movie is this?
You have tried to dance with your boot
Still, you feel like a big galoot
But if you swing and sway
The Gene Kelly way
You may just fulfill your pursuit
In making the ‘Bama commute
My doubts I must say were acute.
But there was consolation
At my polling location
Yosemite Roy got the boot.
“Does this trouser-suit make me look fat?”
“Well, to tell you the truth –” No! Not that!
If I value my life,
I must lie to my wife;
It’s better than being knocked flat.
WHAT IS IT?
It’s usually kind of cute
And its horn goes toot toot toot
It’s not in the USA
But much further away
And it’s always equipped with a boot
Are you looking for a weather-proof boot?
Why spend all that loot!
Find some old rags;
Two plastic bags
And you’ve accomplished your “winter” pursuit!
JEWISH HYPOCRISY?
Chanukah is when
We spin the dreidel and then
We make our lists
For eight cool gifts
When does it begin again?
Roy Moore has been given the boot!
“Grabber” Donald supported the brute.
No surprise – dark or blonde,
Sexual predators bond,
And those thirteen-year-olds are so cute.
My Honey is just so cute
We’ve never had a dispute
I’m so glad he’s back
We ‘gonna hit the sack
(He’s a recruit who’s back home from boot)
what movie is this? (hypocrisy)
As an actor he had a great start
But he did something that wasn’t so smart
He deceived his wife
And changed her life
Because the devil gave him the part
PREVIOUS ONE:
He deceived his wife
and RUINED her life
Thank You
Whilst smoking I dropped my cheroot
It fell into my welly boot
I said with a cough
“I can`t get it off
and blimey the pain is acute!”
hypocrisy
I never gossip; I keep my mouth shut
I have this feeling down in my gut
It just isn’t right
Or even polite
But did you know that Janie’s a slut?
Madeleine– this isn’t mine own. My niece, who wishes to remain anonymous, wrote it in response to your hypocrisy prompt.
Performing incredible stunts
Displaying on multiple fronts
The hypocrite sees
Three-sixty degrees
With all of his faces at once
Between Doug Jones and Roy Moore…
Oh, the race ‘tween the two was so tight
That my gut churned all day and all night
And the pain was acute
That I barfed in my boot
Till I heard Roy the brute lost the fight!
To the girl, he said, “I’m from Cordova,
Alabama. I’m YOUR Casanova!
I’m a handsome old brute
I’ve a nice car, to boot.”
She yelled, “Scram! Or I’ll shoot, by Jehovah!”
Another alternative for Line 5…
To the girl, he said, “I’m from Cordova,
Alabama. I’m YOUR Casanova!
I’m a handsome old brute
I’ve a nice car, to boot.”
She yelled, “Scram! And don’t come near my ova!”
NOT “AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!”
You tell me of “voter’s remorse,”
But you’re secretly happy, of course.
Your pretense isn’t cute,
And I’d cheerfully boot
You to Hell! (But I’d rescue your horse.)
On Chanukah we toil
To make our home look “royal”
We still love the Christians
(all of their traditions)
And we bless each boy and GOYAL
(hypocrisy)
(better meter for “hypocrisy)
I don’t gossip; I keep my mouth shut
I feel this way deep in my gut
It just is not right
Or even polite
Did you hear that Renee is a slut?
NOT A DUPLICATE (hypocrisy)
On Chanukah we toil
To make our house look “royal”
We still love the Christians
And all their traditions
We bless each boy and GOYAL
Everyone has a smart phone
They bump into people who groan
They have such appeal
What’s the big deal?
(Although I loved looking at “new baby” Joan)
Ladies are currently dreading
With The Donald they might be bedding
He claims he’s sincere
But did you hear
That he went to the Clinton’s wedding?
He cried, thinking how a small boot
Had led to a costly law suit
All because he, dumb swine
Had the nerve to malign
The designer and start a dispute.
“I need loving,” she said, “you should suit,
And if not then I’ll give you the boot;”
But his loving so thrilled her
O Reader, it killed her!
The evidence none could refute.
“Your disease, I’m afraid, is acute
Said the doc, “and all treatment is moot;
Here’s my bill, pay it fast
For odds are you won’t last
Long enough to lace up that tall boot.”
A romantic night, two lovers — mute
Longing looks from the boy, shy and cute
But as soon as he spoke
Ah, love’s magic spell broke!
All he wanted, alas, was her boot.
For six weeks now I’ve worn this large boot
On a foot I broke trying to shoot
Baskets with my young niece;
Will this pain never cease?
How it hurts to find I’m an old coot!
I tried to buy a new boot
But it wouldn’t fit on my foot
I told the salesman
“Let’s make a new plan
’cause the old one is not very goot.”
A cut root put in water will shoot.
(This will work for both veggies and fruit)
It’s a handy life hack
Give it time, it grows back!
You’re saving some money to boot.
Papa made a lot of loot
In his tireless pursuit
He sold some whiskey
Even though it was risky
Mama warned him not to boot!
Salary so high, cash is moot
This I.T. career is a hoot
Late night, waiting for POST
Taking so long on this ghost
God! please make this computer re-boot
If you happened to be mute
Find a guy who is very cute
Who is sensitive to you needs
And hope he succeeds
In buying you another damn boot
“Now here is a stunning boot
I know that you’ll think it is cute
You can wear it with hose
And your disfigured toes
Unless they are really caput”
By the time you’ve put on her warm suit
And one… then the other… snow boot,
She’ll have gotten grape jelly
All over her belly
(And yours) — but who cares? She’s so cute!
You could watch an interesting panel
Discuss the twentieth-century annal
Or you could listen to views
Which are on Fox News
Also known as The Hypocrite Channel
Imelda, they say, hid her loot
In the long narrow shaft of a boot;
But when Marcos was sacked —
Damn! The wrong pair got packed!
Perhaps tragic, but hardly astute.
We’re supposed to be in a democracy
But it looks like we’ve got a cacocracy.
They’ve omitted from schools
Of how not to be fools
While a dictator rules with hypocrisy.
One thing about being political:
You don’t have to be analytical
To see politicians
Portray all positions,
Delivering words hypocritical.
A hiker just ending his day
hung his gear on a tree ‘long the way
where a bear’s bold pursuit
of a low hanging boot
allowed him to steal it away
CHICAGO SYMPHONY DISTRESS
The girl was unfortunately mute
And she was sitting on my costly flute
So to get her attention
And full comprehension
I gave her a smack in the boot
ANOTHER VERSION:
The girl was unfortunately mute
And she was sitting on my costly flute
So to get her attention
And full comprehension
I smacked her in the ass with my boot
If you go to the zoo in Beirut
You must be keenly astute
The place is a mess
But you’ll have success
If you wear a shit kickin’ boot
This is a better limerick, because a previous one had too many syllables
Sean and Tucker think they’re high brow
Laura, too is “holier than thou”
But I saw them at ” Le Fancy”
Having lunch with Chuck and Nancy
So who are the hypocrites now?
He sang a nice song ’bout a boot
With his daughter who was very cute
His first wife was Nancy
Who wasn’t quite fancy
And MORONE! he had loads of loot!
who is he?
Mad previous limerick should it be with his daughter who was SO very cute ? I think so
FUNNY GIRL?
When she isn’t brilliantly performing
She preaches Global Warming
But her well-watered grounds
Cause occasional frowns
Should she really be “informing?”
The British thieves gathered their loot.
To their getaway car they did scoot.
But their driver, a Yank,
Couldn’t move from the bank
Once he stuffed all the bills “in the boot.”
It’s time to give Congress the boot
As they abscond with all of our loot
T-rump’s tax plan
Belongs in the can
To be flushed along with a toot
The lady was very hirsute
With long braids that looked so darn cute
They whipped out all over
As she rolled in the clover
Flogging her lover to boot
Some thieves go in shoe stores to steal
I don’t know why they do it with zeal.
They’re so stupid to loot
Just a shoe or a boot
As no pairs on display will reveal.
Hickory dickory dockoracy
Or using the suffix -ocracy
We’re I to say
There is no way
To exhibit and rhyme with hypocrisy
His opponents were all in pursuit
He could pass, but more often he’d shoot
He was always abhorred
For how often he scored
He was finally given the Boot.
The Golden Boot is an award in several soccer leagues around the world, given to the player who scores the most goals.
A fellow, out fishing one night
Was hoping his bait got a bite
But his catch (to be cute)
Was a soggy old boot
And the kicker? It didn’t taste right.
An acrostic:
Politicians will promise the skies
However, it’s all built on lies
Our brand of democracy
Needs its hypocrisy
You shouldn’t react with surprise.
Two men had a fight in Beirut
Each lost body parts in the dispute
One, whose hand was a hook
Shot the other a look
That caused him to quake in his boot.
My friend is a big hypocrite
he said that the spice girls were shit
but his girlfriend told me
that he listens with glee
it`s something he just won`t admit
Who is this hypocrite?
Ford could be a car
But when one speaks of a “star”
Who owns seven planes
About ecology he complains
I think that’s rather bizarre
A two-fer?
If you join for big game that they shoot,
The gun club will give you the boot
If your pachyderm prey
Lolls in mud every day.
Hippo-critical without dispute!
My little Smart Car is so cute
From bonnet to buckets to boot
But problems arise
Because of my size
I can’t fit inside worth a hoot
A SLIGHT CHANGE
Ford could be a well-known car
But in this case: a famous star
Who owns seven planes
About ecology he complains
Don’t you think that’s rather bizzare?
who is he?
The commander in the cockpit
Was a dreadful and fierce hypocrite
Instead of landing in Philly
We deplaned in Chile
So he could obtain his flying permit
She married a wealthy, old coot;
Who’s gruff as the sole of a boot.
Asked why, she’d contend:
“I’m just helping him spend
Some quality time with his loot.”
The minister started to yell;
“You sinners are going to Hell!”
That night at the ranch,
To a madame named Blanche,
He asked “Where is that sweet Annabelle?”
Unimpressed by some half-hearted quakes
her boyfriend suspects that she fakes
being fairly astute
and determined, to boot
he’ll be doing whatever it takes
My satnav’s kept safe in the boot
Till taken therefrom to compute
And a journey to tame.
Oh, its brand? It’s the name
Of America’s iconic route.
My “Route 66” knows all trails—
So I travel by road, not on rails!
But would folk look twice
If such a device
Had a road-name from England (or Wales)?
It evokes, my small screen on the dash,
American “cool” and panache
To which Brits aspire!
(Or leastways admire).
Would “A39” sound so flash?
(The A39 is a scenic route in England, a mere 68 miles long, between Barnstaple in Devon along the north Cornwall coast to Newquay.)
A wicked and goatish old coot,
Although brazen and horny to boot,
Had along with his gumption
Erectile dysfunction
Which rendered his naughtiness moot.
My Honey is very cute
But he has only one pursuit
Every night : “to get some”
And it’s getting kind of humdrum
So I clamped his shlong in a Denver boot
hypocrisy
What happened to the investigation
Of the Hilary situation?
The pundits purposely ignore
The events which happened before
We got a new administration
Not a duplicate
My Honey is amazingly cute
But he has only one pursuit:
Every night he wants to “get some”
And it’s getting kind of humdrum
So I clamped his shlong in a Denver boot
The toddler gave off a loud toot
People laughed ’cause they thought it was cute
But his mum’s not too thrilled
‘Cause that liquid toot spilled –
It went down one leg, into a boot.
As charming as dirty black coal
Where there should be a heart is a hole.
Even in a nice suit,
He looks like an old boot.
That heel HAS absolutely no sole!
I will say this about lust
A woman scorned won’t turn to dust
Love a man in a suit?
Wearing Stetson and boot?
Another one just bit the dust!
The dude put on his zoot suit
Then up and gave me the boot
Clown did me a favor
There’s new ones to savor
Good riddance to the old coot!
Whilst I was out on a toot
I turned up missing a boot
As well as some, (well,
I don’t want to tell)
But woot! That sure was a hoot!
The dirty bum stole all my loot
Made off with my heartstrings to boot
But I daren’t cry
I’ll just have to try
To proffer the proper lawsuit
What footwear? The shoe or the boot
When snow does the sidewalk pollute?
Over socks made from wool
Sorels still don’t look cool,
But toasty feels better than cute.
In Britain the trunk is the boot,
The hood is the bonnet (how cute),
They burn petrol, not gas,
Overtake, never ‘pass’
While the horn (still a horn) goes ‘toot-toot’.
They sit in the rightmost front seat
To cruise the left side of the street.
When they drive a new route
First their ‘satnav’ they boot,
Then shift gears using clutches and feet.
I bundled her into her suit,
And strapped on each waterproof boot
To walk to the store
But on locking the door,
“I need to go pee, Grandma” – shoot!
Like ‘trout’ we do not pronounce ‘route’
But don’t quite say ‘oot and aboot’ –
It’s more like ‘aboat’
As in “I’m going oat
To look for a wily ky-oot”.
The new intern was really quite cute,
And the boss copped a feel, the old brute.
Then a well-aimed right boot
Put a dent in his glute.
And the shiner she gave him? A beaut.
FATHER TO SON ADVICE: DADDY, THE HYPOCRITE
Don’t do as I say; do things your way
Take my advice starting today
You’ll have more friends
Who follow cool trends
Or you’ll end up in prison far far away
Her instrument (woodwind) was cute
Made from scraps of an old, cowhide boot.
His excitement conveyed
That he thought he’d get laid
When she told him she played the skin flute.
While men’s haircuts are cheaper, I rage
That the boys get a much higher wage
For the same job gals do
We know THAT’s nothing new
And no matter the skill or the age.
“Half-price sales/just for males” are some lines
Of misogynist-based, sexist signs.
All perplexed and quite vexed
Angry ladies have hexed
Nooses ’round the men’s necks. How divine!
Some men FAKE being on women’s side
As they subtly indulge in their pride
Whether tiny or tall
Let the hypocrites fall!
(Okay, maybe not all; I’ll decide!)
For two weeks now I’ve been wearing one boot
Most people say that I look like a fruit
But it’s the word I need
So that I can succeed
In fulfilling my mashugana pursuit
Kane’s limerick gave me a gentle boot
To rejuvenate it with a strong root.
Suggestion is, to see
Under that mystic tree!
Repair or replace with seasonal hoot.
Thanks so much everyone for another fun two weeks of limericks. This Limerick-Off is officially over. And the winner is…
Limerick-Off Award 288.
Congratulations to the winners!
But you can still have lots of limerick fun because a new Limerick-Off has just begun: Limerick-Off Fine.