there’s really no need to say more
God fucking damn genius.
The audience always wants more
There was a young man from south bend
Whose limericks all came to an end
Suddenly
My favourite language joke:
What’s the difference between a cat and a comma?
One’s got claws at the end of its paws, the other’s a pause at the end of a clause
*fixed order
What do you call Santa’s little helpers?
Subordinate Clauses
But a comma goes before the pause.
yeah doesn’t even work with the classic joke format, in which the words switch places. I’m sure the joke should actually be:
one has claws at the end of its paws, one denotes a pause at the end of a clause.
Yes I did mix up the order of the words cause of poor sleep. Thanks for correcting
Reminds me of an oldie:
“Roses are red, Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme, This one don’t.”
I knew it as
Roses are red.
Violets are blue
I hate rhyming.
ZebraYes these kinds of works works best when you sing them like bards would. Just reading them as is is not as good. Or you can sing them like tenacious d (they got the bard style going on)
… he traded the fifth for a whore
… the four is an Int I adore
…
threethird bitsis all I affordYou’ve gotta leave them wanting more
this is my favourite so far
And this is the fifth line of four…
This one’s great!
“…I can’t think of a single word more.”
Not a limerick but I want to share my favorite pun joke
I once submitted ten puns to a pun contest, hoping one would win, but
No pun intendedI always thought that joke needs an actual pun in the first half so the “no pun intended” has a valid double meaning. I came up with:
I told the sad ghost ten puns to raise its spirits. No pun intendid.
It’s word play.
No pun intended.
“No pun in ten did [win the contest]”Yes I understand. It works spelled that way. But “no pun intended” doesn’t work because there was no pun in the initial setup. In my version both meanings make sense
whose limericks stopped at line four
Bad rhythm. Should be “whose limericks would stop at line four”
That depends on whether you treat “limericks” as a trochee (long-short, i.e. “lim-ricks”) or a dactyl (long-short-short, i.e. “lim-er-icks”).
Egerlach, they once called this bard
Who’d school any with whom he did spar
Whether trochee or dactyl
word choice was impec’ble
master of prosody, unflappable.
and then he said nothing more.
Not enough syllables
eh 7-10 in lines 1, 2, and 5. cold have been more consistent but its not like its a haiku. kind of ruins the joke to write a last line anyway
You’re both sadist and poetic boor.
I find the fifth line a chore
And then he spoke not a word more.
*badum...*Y’know, no, this is so terrible, I will not finish the rimshot.





