04. I didn't have time to write one this morning, but here's one from years ago. #MorningLimerick
A birdy of blue, while in flight,
Took a shit on my car, just for spite.
On the windshield it splattered,
But only half-mattered,
For no one can see it at night.
03. #morninglimerick As the death ray arose from the ditch,
Dr. Destructo flipped up the switch.
"The world will be mine!" he bellowed — the swine! —
While the weapon sputtered and glitched.
That last line is a little rough. #MorningLimerick
I like some strength to my coffee.
Thick and dark, and not light and brothy.
If you just serve it black,
I won't send it back,
Without it I'm mean like Gaddafi.
I'm writing a limerick a day.
To get my brain working, I pray.
I hope that the rhyming
Gives my synapses a priming
And keeps them free from decay.