Limericks of the poetseye club

Stacy (I added jane just to make it rhyme)

There was a girl named stacy jane
who had ripe poetry running in her veins
She wrote and inspired
and created a fire
That burnt our dry disdains!

 

 The lime knee!
There was fella called Randy "candyman" nii
Replete as a gentleman with a grand goaty!
He joined this funny poet´s school
writing limericks like a rascal
drinking the madhatter´s poet-eye-tea.

 

Worship the wig(Limerick a-a-b-b-a no attention to use of syllables)

Freedom must come at a taxfree cost
Between palm trees in Mexico and canadian frost
You can seduce liberty though only if she´s present
Or blame the commies that feels pleasant
Just don´t forget to return your wages to your boss.