Limerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: JUST or UNJUST or ADJUST at the end of any one line (Submission Deadline: April 29, 2023)
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 JUST or UNJUST or ADJUST at the end of ANY ONE LINE. (A homonym or homophone not listed here may be used in lieu of the designated rhyme word.)
The best submission will be crowned Limerick-Off Award Winner. (Here’s the last contest’s Limerick-Off Award Winner.)
Additionally, you may write themed limericks related to COURTS, using any rhyme word. And of course I’ll present an extra award — one for the best COURT-related limerick.
And for a THIRD SEPARATE CHALLENGE, I’ve used a “Random Word Generator” to generate five random words. Your challenge is to use AT LEAST TWO of the Random Words anywhere in your limericks.
Here are the FIVE RANDOM WORDS for this contest:
PLANT, HOBBIES, LEARN, LIKEABLE, WARN.
(You’re free to singularize/pluralize the designated random nouns and to change the tense of the designated random verbs. You can even turn adjectives in adverbs and vice versa. And you are NOT required to use any of them as rhyme words, as long as at least two of the words appear somewhere in your limericks.)
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 April 30, 2023, right before I post the next Limerick-Off. So that gives you FOUR full weeks to submit your clever, polished verse. Your submission deadline is Saturday, April 29, 2023 at 4:00 p.m. (Eastern Time.)
Here’s my JUST or UNJUST or ADJUST-Rhyme Limerick:
“Adulting” requires hard work;
The mundane kind we’re tempted to shirk.
But do it, we must!
So I try to adjust
And pretend I don’t feel like a clerk.
And here’s my COURT-Themed Limerick, a 2-Verser:
A big gun at a law firm brought suit.
He was gunning for those who pollute.
But his target, alas,
Had a limitless mass
Of moolah to fight the dispute.That’s not all that his target possessed;
It had friends in the courts and was blessed
With political cronies,
Republican phonies
Who impeded his actions with zest.
And here is my RANDOM WORD GENERATOR Limerick:
I should take up some hobby this week
To ensure my brain works at its peak.
Learning Greek is too hard!
Planting chard in my yard?
No, my marred mind needs more than a tweak.
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My brain seems to threaten to rust
Which –don’t you agree? seems unjust?
I can write like a Trojan
Or some theologian
Not a hair on my head getting mussed!
The hooker had such a huge bust
That her bra straps were hard to adjust.
Boobs suddenly out;
Killed the client, – one clout!
Twas his first try at sex, and his lust!
She pulled and she tugged and she fussed
And made efforts her blouse to adjust,
But the gap in her top
Caught the eye of a cop,
So her cleavage led right to her bust.
Said a Judge, “This case rests on a tort;
Those tennis club shares that you’ve bought
Are known as debentures –
They’re risky adventures –
In court, and on court, you’ve been caught.”
My likeable aunt’s won a grant
To study some rare types of plant.
They reach for the sky
But they’re not ALL that’s high.
She claims they’re Hibiscus. They aren’t!
Many times, writing lim’ricks, I’ve fussed,
Over one simple word I distrust.
When a line needs some fluffing,
I’ll use it as stuffing.
Is this only a little cheat? Just.
“Aussie Law”
Lawyer Wallaby read the report,
And affirmed that ” This suit we must thwart.
Though the numbats maintain
That some termites are vain,
Is a case for a Kangaroo Court.”
Stormy Daniels, so sexy and lush
Made Donald Trump instantly gush.
And though he’s been warned,
That he constantly scorned.
He’ll continue his hobby. (hush hush)
(random words and court)
Correction of Above Limerick
Stormy Daniels, so sexy and lush
Made Donald Trump instantly gush.
And though he’s been warned
That he’s constantly scorned,
He’ll continue his hobby of “Hush”
There once was a man most unjust
who learned he might have to adjust
by wearing a suit
the color of fruit,
which, though matching his hair, was a bust!
Strangers staring with outright disgust
As I dig up my skirt to adjust
What the hell is so wrong
With me fixing my thong?
It’s not like I’m eating the crust!
(With a nod to Sjaan’s post above)
This limerick writer was thrust
Into panic by not using “just”.
Unable to fill
Is a test of my skill;
Perhaps I can sneak in a “yust”.
A baker tried hard to adjust
When his shop was about to go bust.
Just a smidgen of “herb”
Made his products superb.
Now he’s part of the town’s upper crust.
Steven Sondheim did have all the goods
In his musical “Into the Woods”.
It’s a likable play,
But be warned anyway.
It takes you to Grimm neighborhoods.
There’s a hobby that I’d like to learn,
Writing odes on an old Grecian urn
Like the poet, John Keats;
Who, despite all his feats,
Wrote no lim’ricks. And that’s a concern.
I hope Trump isn’t limo’d, but bussed
Off to prison –not handcuffed, but trussed.
And when he complains
The Court will take pains
To give him more time to adjust.
“The Affair”
I must have some time to adjust
My kanzashis so “hub” won’t mistrust
Me. Then I’ll go home
But I must use my comb.
In order to re-do my pussed.
All week I interpret in court,
Which, believe me, is work and not sport —
But I’ll take my (slim) check
To the bakery. Heck!
Not just perps can enjoy a good tort(e)!
The wrestler, he don’t give a damn
Now he’s entered the tennis program.
And his big forearm smash
It ain’t much ‘Arthur Ashe’;
He’s in court for a diff’rent Grand Slam!
Modern life, how it leaves me nonplussed;
All we see and receive we mis-trust.
With phishing illusions
And spammy intrusions,
We believe once we’ve checked and then just.
A pretentious young fellow named Bobby,
Claimed he looked up big words as a hobby.
“I don’t like learning words,”
He revealed, “it’s for nerds.
But I really do love sounding snobby.”
As a child I knew that I could trust
Kipling’s stories – he had got life sussed.
The good animals won –
The bad ones were undone –
Kipling’s stories were simply So Just.
Most often. our levels of trust
Are solid – no need to adjust.
But fans of Fox News
Have an option to choose:
Be lied to or quit in disgust.
A little different than the limerick from April 3rd. 5:34 PM, but the same idea
“The Affair”
Darling, give me some time to adjust
My kanzashis so “hub’ won’t mistrust
Me. Then I’ll go home
But I must use my comb.
So he won’t see my hairdo was mussed.
Courts: (Needn’t be rhyme word)
Yee-ha! Trump will be there at last
I’m exhilarated! Some are aghast.
Since the courts clearly aint
Designed for some saint
Will this sinner pay fines for his past?
or
Fingers crossed he’ll pay fines for his past!
When from Ruth Bader Ginsburg we were torn
Not only the courts were to mourn
The creme de la creme
Of a wide world of femmes
Left a void —we were clearly forlorn!
Ballooning is one freaking kicker.
This hobby necessitates liquor.
Here’s a warning: don’t do it.
Simply, tell yourself, “Screw it.”
Your obit might say, “Death By Wicker.”
“Everything Under Heaven is Just”:
The Chinatown Gate’s Motto must
Be correctly construed
As: (not to be rude):
“Inequity is a Hell Most Unjust”.
“Court”
My father was never composed.
And also was firmly opposed
To any dispute
When the subject was moot.
He ended each row with “CASE CLOSED.”
My best friend has got a huge bust
And in order to earn a small crust
Goes out without bra
Chats to men in a bar
And her clothing pretends to adjust.
Inner Child :
They think we all have an inner child
Sometimes that child is harsh , sometimes mild
Difficult to think of it
As the clue is just a bit
Because while sexing, that child gets wild .
A judge lacking reason and grace,
Who hates your religion or race,
Who isn’t too smart,
Has no mercy or heart,
Is usually the one who you’ll face.
On the sill, a minute mote of dust
Relaxed in the sun, as dust must,
When a Pledge-supplied husband
Sent the mote to the dust bin,
Which seems most immensely unjust.
Though some claim the charges are hokey,
The D.A. might shoot for the pokey.
If T-Rump’s confined,
Let us hope he’s assigned
A cell that is furnished with no key.
Several courts now are busy as bees,
Working hard to bring Trump to his knees.
An orange jumpsuit may seem
An unreachable dream.
Still, I cling to my wish. Pretty please?
If there’s one thing that gals find unjust,
It’s when guys, in the grip of their lust,
Think they’ve God-given passes
To grab tits and asses.
In a just world, they’d all bite the dust.
“Find a passion or goal to aspire
To – and do it before you retire!
Find a hobby, or rot!”
That’s the warning Joe got.
But sky diving made Joe expire.
The stoner was hauled into court
For a personal injury tort:
He broke someone’s spine
As the median line
He leaned out the car door to snort.
A likeable fellow named Bobby
Has a rather remarkable hobby:
He’ll smoke a dried plant
‘Til he’s somnambulant,
Citing warnings writ by Hamurabi.
Trump thinks that his treatment’s unjust
But formal arraignment’s a must.
He can’t hush-up the Fed.
Stormy times are ahead
It’s the law’s turn to go for the bust.
For inflation we have to adjust.
Ignore it and we could go bust.
But each dollar bill
(The government’s shill)
Suggests that in God we should trust.
Beware Of Kinky Internet Dating Sites
“He was likable, said he loves plants.
A hobby he picked up in Hants.
And when they get bugs,
He gives them some hugs.
And loves matzo balls covered with ants.”
Macron is a guy I don’t trust;
His reforms fill French folk with disgust.
The age of State Pension
He raised, causing tension.
“Imbécile” is, I think, le mot juste.
Rose and Fern yearned to learn how to dance,
Yet they sat by the wall in a trance.
Said their mother, upset,
“Well, that’s what we get,
For naming our kids after plants.”
We courted in 1903.
I loved her and knew she loved me.
In 1904
I wanted much more,
So she finally showed me her knee.
You want the world to be just.
And you’re sincere, I trust.
But that needs to be
Applied equally.
If it’s to be justice it must.
In his yard, up on blocks, growing rust,
Sits a car Otto needs to “adjust.”
He’s replacing each part,
Knowing well it won’t start,
‘Cause he likes a machine he can trust.
A Movie Synopsis
There are 12 Angry Men on the jury,
Each one of them seething in fury.
You’ll be Fonda this flick!
Though it doesn’t move quick,
They all do the right thing, so don’t worry.
“Missing church on Good Friday’s a sin,”
Said Joe’s mother to pique his chagrin.
He had planted his head
Under blankets in bed.
“I’m like Jesus,” he said. “Sleeping in.”
“Gross income,” I’ll slyly adjust,
Said Weisselberg, and then he cussed,
“So why’d I believe,
And was so damn naive,
To think Donald Trump I could trust?
Only Expel Two (Limerick Poem)
Tennessee students demand gun control as a must.
Three democratic lawmakers join the protest so robust.
GOP law makers only expel two.
Their dark skin meant they were through.
And that is just extremely unjust.
My hobby, which no one has seen,
Is “Indoor” plants (know what I mean?)
Bees buzz in quite keenly
Then glide out serenely
With NFI where they’ve just been.
The words in quotations are ACTUALLY the ones on my hair blower.
Pay attention, and please be aware.
Read warnings, and learn to take care.
“Don’t use dryer while sleeping”
You’ll likely be weeping.
When you wake up while drying your hair.
Courtship
Her first husband wooed her for sport;
The second one kept passion short.
The third knew his place.
He cut to the chase,
And took her directly to court.
“Henry, darling will you please adjust
The volume, it’s late so I must
Listen right through the wall
To hear Gail and Paul.
I need some vicarious lust.”
Have you seen these weird “juries of peers?”
They sure can bring out all your fears.
Court’s a great place to hide,
And a home to provide
All the lowlifes in real deep arrears.
Donald Trump lying in court
Will not be of any import:
His hand on the Bible,
He’ll still be not liable,
His hand being too goddam short.
I do feel that I should tell you why,
I’m not really a likable guy.
I ignore all advice
And won’t learn to be nice.
Don’t you dare even say I should try!
In court, while the judge disagreed,
Maxwell was not going to plead;
His silvery hammer
He’d kept in the slammer
Went “bang bang” and made the judge bleed.
At “Safe Haven” Maude learned to be mellow,
Till she met a new, likeable fellow.
Then — good heavens above —
She went crazy for love!
Now she’s saving him half of her jello.
Our hobby is cycling, it’s likeable,
Along scenic routes that are bikeable.
Any talk of a run,
Would (for us) be no fun, –
And don’t even THINK about hikeable.
This is a true story. It occurred in 1990.
He never heard anything dumber.
The answer was surely a bummer.
Now here is the question:
“Sir, what’s your profession?”
John Gotti said, “I am a plumber.”
( Armani suit, Lincoln Town car: Sounds like a plumber to ME:)
Above Limerick : REALLY True With A Rhyming Error :) “1990”
The Judge never heard something dumber.
The answer was surely a bummer.
“Sir what’s you career?”
His answer was clear.
John Gotti said, “I am a plumber.”
(At the time, I found this to be very comical, because Gotti was wearing an
Armani suit and driving a very expensive car. Sounded like a plumber to ME!
LOL)
Correction Of Limerick from April 5, at 1:21 AM “Court”
At home we were all predisposed
To listen to dad who opposed
Any foolish dispute
When the subject was moot.
Pop stopped ev’ry brawl with “CASE CLOSED”
Stormy Daniels, I dare say, enjoyed
Arraigny day lately deployed.
– Wants to see Trump in court
With her ‘whether'(!?) report, –
A cold front he’d (now!) rather avoid.
There’s a spy at the greenhouse named Grant.
He’s a likeable guy, but he can’t
Learn the diff’rence between
A sweet pea and a bean.
He’s a ringer. You might say a “plant.”
(Randoms & Rhyme)
Way back in the dark days of yore
Their hobbies were feuding and war.
If their cause was unjust
They really weren’t fussed,
‘Cause they relished the blood-lust and gore.
“When upbraided by Miss, in disgust,
Little boys are left feeling nonplussed.
Did this teacher not purr
When Sir did it to her?
And the girls liked it too. She’s unjust!”
“It’s been many long months I’ve been trussed,
And my wife’s done her best to adjust.
She’s been patient and kind –
Even said she don’t mind –
But I’ve seen her eyes gleaming with lust.”
“At the courthouse I saw lots of guys,
Big and strong, and with tears in their eyes,
Saying, ‘Sir, it’s unfair….'”
Wow, I can’t recall where
I’ve heard whoppers of similar size.
On Wimbledon’s courts, one recalls,
There have been occasional brawls.
The fans make a racket,
And you have to hack it.
To play there, ya gotta have balls.
Remember This Commercial?
Michael Jordan claimed he won’t resume
His hooping, which triggered much gloom.
Although great on the court
In this fast-moving sport,
I prefer him in Fruit Of The Loom.
A very light aircraft I found.
Then steered it and finally drowned.
Now I’m dead and I’ve learned
That I should have discerned
To plant my damn feet on the ground.
A wannabe porn-star in lust,
On his first gig was suddenly thrust
In the spotlight (so glamorous)
To be polyamorous.
He didn’t take long to adjust!
We’ll see Trump in court in a while
He’ll likely still be in denial.
When the fall of the hammer
Puts him straight in the slammer
He can tell the walls ’bout his fake trial.
Gust:
There once was certain man named Gust,
Who always thought a dog was a must ;
Once while walking him out,
They got soaked throughout;
So, he thought his decision was not just .
“Not guilty Your Honer” he said
When each of the charges were read.
His case went to trial;
Now there’s reason to smile:
No blue suits – just orange instead.
When fencing, quick hands are a must.
To compete you must parry and thrust.
But your bout you might botch,
If an itch in your crotch
Makes you reach for a jockstrap adjust.
“And A Crappy Time Was Had For One And All”
I remember this time and again:
There were twelve of us, (women and men.)
We jurors then learned
And most clearly discerned
What it felt like to be in the pen.
This process is making me moody.
Hello again, Real Smelly Trudy!
Now how many times
Can I vote about crimes?
Here I sit in my third jury doody.
Stupid vs. Stupid “Domestic Abuse” (The Accused)
“Judge Jones, I am very unstable.
And therefore, I just wasn’t able
To injure his pair.
So I tired a small chair.
Didn’t work, cause I needed a table.”
My taxes are filed, only just!
They’ve been mailed and I now have to trust
They’ll be judged as correct
And no one will suspect
That I minussed when I should have plussed.
If you play New York Times Spelling Bee
As a hobby, this warning from me
Tells you ‘lik(e)able’ may
Be spelled more than one way,
Either with or without that first E.
In my gorge’us epergne I’ve a fern
That I study, it helps me to learn
How to write about plants
Using rhymes that aren’t slants.
From that angle I’ve anxious concern.
One thing in this world that’s unjust
And I very hard to adjust
Whilst wearing a bra
With the very big flaw
Of a wire that digs into my bust
I may need some time to adjust;
My target was “Seven or bust” –
For one week, I would sin,
Giiving each one a spin,
But I still haven’t got beyond Lust.
From the scam run by Brett and his mates,
I have learnt what the name indicates:
All those judgements they wrote us
Make clear the term SCOTUS
Means “SCum Of The United States”.
The enforcer is sent to warn those
Who’ve displeased the Big Boss. When he goes
Around doing his job, he
Indulges his hobby –
Collecting their fingers and toes.
Growing older, a man must adjust,
As he suffers less often from musth.
Mother Nature is kind,
Fills the void in his mind
With concerns that his bladder’s gone bust.
McConnell, McCarthy and I
Believe in the MAGA Big Lie.
It is seldom discussed,
But stupidity’s just
As American as apple pie.
Ruled the dim-witted judge from the bench:
“Mifepristone, when downed by a wench,
Keeps the babies at bay.
That’s a sin. Here’s the way:
Place the pill ‘tween your knees, and then clench.”
To defend dereliction of duty,
The President sure picked a beauty
Of a lawyer (unjust)
Who complained, fumed, and fussed:
That corrupted ex-Mayor known as Rudy.
A bit of twisted history:
Long ago in the Royal French Court
Lived a ruler (I’m sad to report)
Who, though having great strength,
Was deficient in length,
So his Queen called him Pepin the Short.
Hobbies can range from dramatics
To philately or numismatics.
But when yearning for learning
Is no longer burning,
Collections end up in folks’ attics.
Correction:
To defend dereliction of duty,
The President sure picked a beauty
Of a lawyer (unjust)
Who complained, fumed, and fussed:
That corrupted ex-Mayor called Rudy.
When I bought some omnivorous plants,
I was warned I was taking a chance.
A guy who was wise,
Said, “Sure, they eat flies,
But they always barf up all the pants.”
There are many versions of the ending of “Little Red Riding Hood.”
Here is a sad one, which fits nicely in a limerick :)
The wolf had such likable charm,
So how could he cause any harm?
Mom warned of the dangers
Of talking to strangers.
Red Riding bought the whole farm.
A Bubbameister
I remember to this very day
A warning that Mama would say:
“Though a likable chap,
Don’t sit on a boy’s lap
Or you’ll be in a fam-i-ly way.
Spare a thought for the chap on the wane,
Whose one thought is, “I’ll never again …”
He is forced to adjust,
As his parts start to rust,
And – increasingly – opts to abstain.
Mad, thanks for sharing the Michael Croland interview on the subject
of limerick acrostics. Your skillfulness in this form makes it look easy.
Hah! In the spirit of equal opportunity, here’s one from me that makes
it look difficult.
Hang gliding…now how should I view it?
Ought not an old lady eschew it?
Better not learn to fly?
But I SO qualify —
You have to be crazy to do it.
************
From Mad Kane: LOL! And thanks! I’m so glad you enjoyed Croland’s interview of me about acrostic limericks. As I emphasized, I find them very hard to do. But when successful, they are very satisfying.
We’re losing our viewers – we must
Find something to fix or adjust.
Perhaps they’ll return
If we ramp up the churn
Of lies that can win back their trust.
We are dust, Scripture says, and to dust
We’ll return. It seems rather unjust:
With that apple Eve plucked,
Her descendants were f#%*ed.
But the upside is: now we have lust!
If ya old, and live here in Oztrailya
A plant hobby’s good, – it won’t ail ya.
Ya can’t kick or bat,
But ya must wear a hat
Coz the weather will burn ya then hail ya.
Correction from April 15th 4:15 PM
A very light aircraft I found.
Then steered it, and finally drowned.
Now I’m dead, and I’ve learned
That I should have discerned
To plant my two feet on the ground.
Need a hobby that’s easy to learn?
But you haven’t got money to burn?
Write lim’ricks. They’re fun.
End each with a pun,
And plaudits you’re likely to earn.
Accepting my old age is just
very hard to accept, though I must,
for, like it or not,
fairly soon I will rot
and my bones will be nothing but dust.
There’s a whole lot of talk around court
of a woman’s right to abort
Though you’ll think me uncool
I disagree with the rule
that lets you cut a fetus’ life short
Crafting
My wife’s hobby is going to malls
Seeking crafts that will match with our walls.
To this day, I’ve not learned
Or even discerned
Why we’re living with “decorative balls.”
My wife’s hobby I surely don’t share.
She fusses with plants, and I swear
When she asks, “What’s your view?”
Each time I say, “Sue
For the one millionth time, I Don’t Care.”
Of the Sins known as Deadly there’s just
Only one that I feel I can trust.
Those six other “killers”
(included as fillers),
Are a few different ways to spell “lust.”
The Woodengait Scandal?
I was two when I learned that a horse
Could be banged on and beaten with force.
But that was the last time
I tried out this pastime.
(It was only a hobby, of course).
There’s just no accounting for taste,
And debating it would be a waste.
Critics do what they must;
Though they’re often unjust,
Making point-blank decisions in haste.
I saw in Doc’s “Warning! Gross Section”
A box labeled “Fecal Collection”
When I learned ’bout his hobby,
I ran back to the lobby,
In fear of a shitty infection.
The wife of a man from St Just
Had a truly spectacular bust,
Which she’d swing at his head
As they frolicked in bed
Till it rendered him badly concussed.
If your hobby is plants, l can mail ya
Some dalia, they’re red and won’t fail ya.
I’ve still yet to learn
The best way to send fern.
And those roses? Well they’ll just impale ya.
Attention All Limerick-Off Procrastinators: The current Limerick-Off ends this coming Saturday, April 29, at 4 pm (Eastern time.) So please get your limerick stragglers in.
My new AI sex bot has bust!
It just KNEW I was up for some lust.
I had almost reached heaven
Thinking “Dial-up Eleven”
When she warned “Do not further adjust”.
“Wimbledon”
You’ll hear lots of noise when one’s hunting.
And baseball is known for confronting.
On the tennis court though,
All the voices get low
In order to hear all that grunting.
JUST, UNJUST, ADJUST
Mad Kane is just glad that it’s known
That she isn’t seen throwing a stone.
She’s had to adjust
To accusations unjust
And she’s learnt that it’s not worth a moan!
COURT
Such untruths might cut her life short
She could even end up in court
She’d try bribing a judge
With chocolate fudge
And hope to avoid a retort.
PLANT, HOBBIES, LEARN, LIKEABLE, WARN
She thinks she has hobbies to plant
But we warn her to know that she can’t.
She simply must learn
To take the right turn
So we all may sincere thanks grant.
FIRST OF TWO OFFERINGS SHOULD BE DELETED BECAUSE IT IS INCOMPLETE.. SORRY!!!
Acrostic (learn and warn)
Let’s admit, I’m a dumb ding-a-ling.
Education’s not really my thing.
And you’re warning me to
Read a book? That won’t do.
No way! To complacence I’ll cling.
Minor alteration in line 5
Acrostic (learn and warn)
Let’s admit, I’m a dumb ding-a-ling.
Education’s not really my thing.
And you’re warning me to
Read a book? That won’t do.
Not for me. To complacence I’ll cling.
Pickle Ball : A game resembling tennis in which players use paddles and
perforated balls like whiffle balls.
I know a real good-looking fellow.
Who plays pickle ball, name’s Gherkin Bellow.
This game’s played on a court.
I do not like this sport.
Cause ad nauseam, Gherk’s balls are yellow.
The fiend leered and stared at her bust
Drooling with obvious lust
As the lady walked by
She kicked him in the fly
Left a bruised bonner to adjust.
“When life throws us a curve ball, we must
Take the time to reflect, though nonplussed.
So your wife’s runaway
With your neighbour, who’s gay.
It’s a blow to your manhood. Adjust!”
__onundrums are riddled with clues,
__ften hidden to vex and confuse.
__nder cover they lurk;
__hyming may lift the murk.
__ake a cue, then, from woos, sues, and boos.
Thanks so much everyone for another fun Limerick-Off, which is officially over. And the winner is…
Limerick-Off Award 508. Congratulations to the winners!
But you can still have lots of limerick fun because a new Limerick-Off has just begun: Limerick-Off Bear.