There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two

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There once was a man from Manchu
Who tried to write a haiku
But he

@MichaelTBacon @Natasha_Jay To convey oneโ€™s mood
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic

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@Natasha_Jay mansplain another man could
and told the Peruvian, he should
continue too write the rest too.

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A mosquito was heard to complain
That the chemists have poisoned her brain
The cause of her sorrow
Was para-D
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#140characters #haiku

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A dozen, a gross and a score
Plus 3 times the square root of 4
Divide it by 7
Add 5 times 11
It's 9 squared and not a bit more

#140characters #haiku

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๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ‘

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But then he met his wife
armed with a knife
who said, donโ€˜t stop me now!
Iโ€˜m having such a good time!
Good Time!
Iโ€˜m having a ball!
And they lived together happily, too.

@Natasha_Jay There was a young man from Dundee.
Who was stung on the arm by a bee.
When asked "Does it hurt?"
He replied "No it doesn't!"
"It can do it again if it wants!"

There was a young man from Japan.
He wrote limericks that never would scan.
When he was asked why.
He said, in reply.
It's because I always try to get as many words into the last line as I possibly can.

๐Ÿ˜‰

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A decrepit old gas man named Peter
Went hunting about for the meter
Struck a leak with his light
He arose out of sight
And as anyone can see by reading this, he also destroyed the meter.

@MichaelTBacon @NormanDunbar @Natasha_Jay
There was a young man from Darjeeling
Who boarded a bus bound for Ealing
It said on the door "Please don't spit on the floor"
So he stood up, and spat on the ceiling
@MichaelTBacon @NormanDunbar @Natasha_Jay
There was a young man from Dundee
Who went for a swim in the sea
Along came a shark and bit off his balls
Hickory Dickory Dock

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Oh come on now, you canโ€™t
Leave us hanging like that
Some day it could happen to you.

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There was a young man from China
Who wrote poems; none were finer
But they did end suddenly

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There was a young man from the sticks
Whose limericks' lines numbered six
His meter would jive
'til the end of line five
Then a problem he never could fix
Was the fact that he had more to say after the final rhyme.

@Natasha_Jay There once was a man called Charles Mingus
Who flew twice a week on Aer Lingus
For his young gaelic fancy
Lived in Ardmaclancy
But she would only let him hold her hand.
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He was hard to assist
But his friends did insist
And pasted more lines with word glue
@Natasha_Jay
Writing a poem
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic
@Natasha_Jay
Then some bloke arrives
says "Well actually, I..."
and you try not to run him right through.

@Natasha_Jay
An alergic old lady from Bree
Who sadly got stung by a bee
Couldn't breathe no more
So she died at line four

This was harder than I thought
4 a German native speaker