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There once was a bard from Japan
Whose limericks never would scan
When told this was so
He replied, 'Yes, I know"
“But I always try and fit as many words into the last line as I possibly can.”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
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
there’s really no need to say more
God fucking damn genius.
Hadn’t seen this one before but I saw this in a book:
There once was a man from Peru,
Whose limericks stopped at line twoand then later in the same book they had
There once was a man from Verdun
There was once an unfortunate bard
Who found fashioning limericks hard.
He stopped at line three
I like this.
There are two types of people:
- Those who can extrapolate
eye twitches from incomplete data
I figured that was a double layer of extrapolation.
Also couldn’t be bothered typing the rest on a phone.
There are 10 types of people in the world
All bases are base 10.
All bases are belong to us
- base10, provably
-Those who understand binary
-those who don’t
-those who didn’t expect this to be in ternary?
thousand yard stare
Verdun here
I find the fifth line a chore
And this is the fifth line of four…
This one’s great!
And then he spoke not a word more.
There once was a mute man from spain
Who loved traveling on planes
When ask what he thought
Of the brand new concord
He saidThe audience always wants more
There was a young man from south bend
Whose limericks all came to an end
Suddenly
Reminds me of an oldie:
“Roses are red, Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme, This one don’t.”
I will occasionally go out of my way to put together birthday cards etc for friends and family rather than buy something off the rack. One year I made this for my cousin:
Roses are red
(Rose dot jpeg)
Violets are too
(Violet in red dot jpeg)
open
I ran out of cyan
Happy birthday
Yes 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)
I knew it as
Roses are red.
Violets are blue
I hate rhyming.
Zebra
And with that he walked out the door
… 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
… the four is an Int I adore
So that’s your stand on the square numbers vs fibonacci primes, I see
But a four is soooo symmetric.
*badum...*Y’know, no, this is so terrible, I will not finish the rimshot.
