Tuesday, September 22, 2009

limericks

A limerick is has five lines.
The first two lines rhyme with the last line.
The third and fourth lines are shorter than the other three.
NOTE:
Try and notice it!
But also try to enjoy the limerick as well..
reli reli funny n super nice!

But the longer t live on this crumpetty tree
The plainer than ever it seem to me
That very few people come this way
And that life on the whole is far from gay
Said the Quangle-Wangle Quee
Edward Lear
And she made him a feast at his earnest wish
Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish
And she said,"It's a fact the whole world knows
That pebbles are happier with their toes
Edward Lear

I ponder about my own fate
I really just don't want to wait
As I need to know more
Else I'll surely find out for too late
Anonymous

There wasa once a young man named Abel
Whose manners were poor at the table
His soup he could slurp
When finished he'd burp
And embarrass his sister called Mabel
Anonymous

The was once a girl named Anne Van
She thought she could fit in a can
She gave it a luck
And then she got stuck
Now she thinks she can fit in a pan
Anonymous

A king who began on his reign
Exclaimed with a feel of pain
"Though I'm legally heir
No One seems to care
That I haven't been born with a brain".
Anonymous

A way to remember a rule?
Pythagoras had a good ruse
With a rule juzt for a triangle to use
"Add the squares of each side"
He said with sme prode
"That's the square of the hypothenuse!"
Anonymous

There was a small girl with a ball
who grew up to be very tall
When the ball bounced real high
She reached up in the sky
And caught before it could fall
Anonymous

There was a young boy,Jack Mubble
Who did blow an incredible bubble
He then floated away
And at the end of the day
His mum shouted,"You're in trouble!"
Anonymous

There was a yound lady of Leith
Who baught a new set of false teeth
They were six inches widddde
With a hinge at each side
And closed with a snap underneath
Anonymous

There is a teacher from Leads
Who swallowed a packet of seeds
And less in an hour
Her nose was a flower
And her hair was a bundle of weeds
Anonymous

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