A writer once sought to amuse
But her laptop, to function, refused.
She’d turn it on late
Just to catch an “update.”
-Thus, the fate of a tool that is used.
There once was a man named McGill
Whose life was devoid of a thrill.
He therefore applied
For a mail-order bride.
Now, married, awaits a thrill, still.
Young Charlie perpet’ally moaned
For, he hated to be left alone.
“I’m scared,” he’d complain,
Till his parents remained,
Wond’ring if they could get him a clone.
There once was an eager young tot
Who asked for a working robot.
It arrived, as he wished
Babbl’ng perfect Engrish.
Now the tot’s lexicon’s about shot.
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What charming and amusing limericks!
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a writer wrote limericks for fun
thought she soon would be done
but she soon found
couldn’t put the pen down
twas hard to stop at just one
That was a fun post!
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Bravo! Encore! 🙂
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I loved it! Just wonderful!!! Great job!!!!
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🙂 Thank you.
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I love limericks. They’re always fun regardless of the topic. These are wonderfully done! Thank you for sharing them 😁
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🙂 Thank you so much for reading!
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