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.
