- 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 two- and then later in the same book they had - There once was a man from Verdun - 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 
 
- There was once an unfortunate bard - Who found fashioning limericks hard. - He stopped at line three 
 
- 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.”
- there’s really no need to say more - God fucking damn genius. 
 
- The 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 
- I knew it as - Roses are red. 
 Violets are blue
 I hate rhyming.
 Zebra
- 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) 
 
- 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 
 
 
 
- … he traded the fifth for a whore - … the four is an Int I adore - … - threethird bit- sis all I afford- You’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. 
 
 
- Not a limerick but I want to share my favorite pun joke - I once submitted ten puns to a pun contest, hoping one would win, but 
 No pun intended- I always thought that joke needs an actual pun in the first half so the “no pun intended” has a valid double meaning. I came up with: - I told the sad ghost ten puns to raise its spirits. No pun intendid. - It’s word play. - No pun intended. 
 “No pun in ten did [win the contest]”- Yes I understand. It works spelled that way. But “no pun intended” doesn’t work because there was no pun in the initial setup. In my version both meanings make sense 
 
 
- HA! Nice! 
 
- And this is the fifth line of four… - This one’s great! 
 
- “…I can’t think of a single word more.” 
- whose limericks stopped at line four - Bad rhythm. Should be “whose limericks would stop at line four” - That depends on whether you treat “limericks” as a trochee (long-short, i.e. “lim-ricks”) or a dactyl (long-short-short, i.e. “lim-er-icks”). - Egerlach, they once called this bard - Who’d school any with whom he did spar - Whether trochee or dactyl - word choice was impec’ble - master of prosody, unflappable. 
 
 
- 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 
 
 
- My bandwidth is crappy through Tor. - OR - Too much exposition’s a bore. - OR - Though a quatrain’s a ditty, - My pay’s itty bitty. - If you cut prose apart, so as to make more, - Perhaps, one day, I’ll afford my lost oar. 
- I find the fifth line a chore 












