There once was a man mumble mumble
Who fumbledy rumbellow tumble.
When asked why this was
He said "It's because
Hum-bumberly wumble do mumble."
(I'm afraid I'm not restarting full-time, readers. Hope you enjoyed this stand-alone effort.)
There once was a man mumble mumble
Who fumbledy rumbellow tumble.
When asked why this was
He said "It's because
Hum-bumberly wumble do mumble."
(I'm afraid I'm not restarting full-time, readers. Hope you enjoyed this stand-alone effort.)
Hello, readers!
You might have noticed that I haven't posted a limerick here for over six months. This is not because I have been away in the land where the bong tree grows (they have wifi there anyway), but because my XKCD limerick labours have reached a natural conclusion.
So, after getting on for 400 posts, I am formally bringing Limerixkcd's active days to a close. The site will stay here and is quite searchable, so do have a look and see whether there's a limerick for your favourite XKCD comic. Your odds are actually reasonable, though ever-decreasing as the overall number of comics continues to rise implacably.
If there isn't one for your comic of choice, why not write it yourself? If you do, be sure to drop me a line.
Bye bye for now,
Edward "Limerick" Lear
I've given you your final hit
Of XKCD quasi-wit.
This labour of love
Now hovers above
The line that I've drawn under it.
It ain’t what you’d really call glamorous
When staphylococcus get amorous
But the methi-solution
That their evolution
Provides makes the nurses all clamorous.
When people ask you to be honest
Their countenance will go the wanest
If their rash desire
Should find a complier;
It’s what no one wants, to be honest.
Let’s go ask a scientist guy
To account for the blue in the sky.
The light wavelengths short
Get through as they ought
But it isn’t violet, though. WHY?
<div>There once was a man from Japan
Who thought there was nothing worse than
Web code, short or long,
With tags that match wrong.
But who cares what that guy thinks?</span>
If what you might bluntly call nerds
Turn up at your house in their herds
Then some online game
Is likely to blame
That’s just as daft as Angry Birds.
Hello, readers!
I am terribly sorry to have been away for so long. I got stuck on the limerick to number 1143, then a couple more rushed by and before I knew which way was sideways, it was Christmas and I was off on my annual cruise with the Jumblies.
But now I am back. I have five limericks to post in short order, and I fully expect to have caught up with Mr XKCD before the end of the next Mayan calendar cycle.
Let the posting... BEGIN!
You can’t call, text message or page
A man in a metal mesh cage.
I think this might be
Why the whole UFC
Roster’s always in such a great rage.
Whether royalty, riff raff or rabble
Get sick and you'll cane it at Scrabble.
Jazike, Zarg and Querdze
Are suddenly words
With none of that "challenging" babble.
Three hundred and sixty-six dates
All mentioned at different rates.
The top one’s the first
While eleven comes worst.
(September’s a special case, blates.)
I’m a substance obtained from the goo
From a tree that originally grew
In Old Venezuela
But thanks to some sailor
Now covers south Asia. You’re glue.
Those marvellous marketing chaps
Can show your consumers on maps.
It turns out you’re sellin’
Where people are dwellin’
But scoring a duck in the gaps.
When someone is bothering me
I say “U+202e”
Which makes their speech look
Like some gobbledegook
Which it is, to be fair, usually.
I go round breaking mirrors for fun
It’s smashing in more ways than one!
When I reflect
On my failures inept
I can blame ’em on bad luck – job done.
A spider-made suit – just my luck
It sounds good, but boy did it suck.
The jacket was wearable
The pants, though, were terrible—
The flies just kept on getting stuck.
There once was a man in a boat
Who said: “It’s just me and my goat.
How pleasant to swoon
On a hot afternoon
Afloat, with a goat, in my boat.”
It’s pretty cool getting to know
How these space up-goers up-go
And if tech makes you queasy,
Relax! It's quite easy —
It’s not rocket science, you... D’oh!
When predicting unlikely events
False positives give an immense
Skew to any data
So best wait till later
Before you get coaxed off the fence.
You might risk incurring the wrath
Of folks on the right-forking path
But if interested in
Knowing who’s gonna win
You may as well just do the math.