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The Endless Limerick Game
Make up the next line to a never-ending limerick. For it to be a limerick, some of the lines need to rhyme somehow. Coherence optional.
There was an old lady from France, |
Who quite liked to put meat in her pants,
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She never learned to dance
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And fell into a trance
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Where she often went into Useless yet Invigorating Rants
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And when she found out that her father
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had not the patience to bother
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She turned away as she said she'd, "Rahther...
(say it the way i spelled it and it rhymes and people do say it that way :)... long and drawn out way) |
....expend my energy learning to gather..."
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Or getting myself into a lather
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"or falling on my ass for that matter.."
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She had a little dog named Spot,
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who suffered from a leg vein blood clot
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and when it tried walking
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the people were all gawking
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at little ol' Spot, who was once bought.
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a nice warm cot,
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and soon he ate out of a pot.
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