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Dear Frederick, my limerick.
Kristina and Liz write a limerick a day on alternating days. For the lulz.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
I simply don't know what to wear
To be be honest he probably won't care
Not like it's a date
Oh I'm gonna be late
I need a life, yes, I'm aware.
havent been on a date in 6 months
Last Monday I sent you a text
The reply I got left me vexed
This guy found your cell
We talked for a spell
And planned a date for the day after next.
I think he said his name was Fred
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Got a call on my landline today
Someone found my phone, seriously, yay
The voice, I regale
was decidedly male
I'm driving to meet him halfway.
he sounded cute on the phone
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
We got stuck on our way to floor eight
Twelve people boxed up in a crate
Stairs can be slow
But elevators blow
When you overload the capacity weight.
Weirdly enough there are only seven floors
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
My stomach keeps rumbling so
I need groceries; I did mean to go
Called in with the flu
Even though that's not true
I'll get out of bed after this show.
playing hooky from work lol
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I was driving on Route 38
I really was running quite late
I do apologize
to not recognize
it was you that I scoffed as I raced.
Near Rhymes are my friend
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Okay, I was driving too fast
but that bitch sneered at me as she passed
the ticket was steep
like, we're not talking cheap
meant to quit work today but, alas.
will be stuck at job forever