there was a poet that wore strange wigs
they were made with wool and broken twigs
his rhymes were always corked
their meaning often forked
as that poet wrote between rum swigs
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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
poopling soup recipes
poopling soup recipes #128
there was a poet in a fresh grave
who rang a bell for his butler dave
but dave had gone away
to serve time without pay
for giving the poet his last shave
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poopling soup recipes #199
there was a goblin driving a car
after drinking all night in a bar
the road threw a hard right
then ducked down out of sight
thats how goblin's world became fubar
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poopling soup recipes #201
there was a bard down to his last dregs
he could smell his devils rotten eggs
a shadow held his hand
it's skin felt like wet sand
as the bards opus ran out of legs
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poopling soup recipes #209
there was an ape sitting in a tree
he jumped from his damp nest to fly free
orange leaf raindrops fell
on the broke carousel
as the ape joined the fun parks debrie
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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
poopling soup recipes #133
there was a peddler escaping jail
through the belly of a great white whale
only to be stranded
when darkness expanded
as the white whale slowly did exhale
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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
poopling soup recipes #130
there was an old poet oracle
who saw all fate as historical
when he saw his own end
it drove him round the bend
the poet's doom allegorical
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poopling soup recipes #138
there was a witch living in a box
her partner was a bit of an ox
their romance a pox maze
to the end of their days
when their storms washed away their love box
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authors notes
pox -,a curse.
poopling soup recipes #202
there was a wizard cutting a lime
the lime aroused an internal rhyme
he watched one more sunset
smoked his last cigarette
then that wizard met with father time
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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
poopling soup recipes #198
tales from the multiverse 8
there was a pale clown lost in nightmares
dragging his scythe as he climbs the stairs
to close the trap door
where gods fall for war
the pale clown died to stop the god's heirs
the end
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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
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