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,

She never learned to dance

And fell into a trance

Where she often went into Useless yet Invigorating Rants

And when she found out that her father

had not the patience to bother

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..."

Or getting myself into a lather

"or falling on my ass for that matter.."

She had a little dog named Spot,

who suffered from a leg vein blood clot

and when it tried walking

the people were all gawking

at little ol' Spot, who was once bought.

a nice warm cot,

and soon he ate out of a pot.