Least Read Limerick Poems

There once a bar owner
                                     called David
On a full moon would
                                  turn a bit rabid
He wore green bottles
                                   on his ceiling
Which were certainly
                                quite appealing
As the drink flowed
                              at a rate that was rapid

by Jemia

There is a young bar
                                on Queens Road
Where many a drink
                                has now flowed
The 1200 Postcards
                                were nude
But not particularly
                               rude
Yet comfortable        
                        within their abode

by Jemia

Numeric
 
she asked me, do you write limericks ?
yes, i answered, and they are numeric
i counted the syllables
same with the variables;
eventually, it sounded like Mathematics
 
 the dead don't complain
 
a driver hit two men on the street
one dead, the other broke in the hit
he got up and complained
and the driver explained:
look ! your dead friend is calm in his seat
 
deep echoes
 
when he saw his tooth the dentist then yelled
oh ! this is hell, oh ! this is hell !
-why...

There was a young dude
                                      from Bude
Who was terribly terribly
                                      rude
He bought a cheap
                              screwdriver
For the cost of a
                          Lady Godiva
Yet still he remained
                                 unscrewed

by Jemia