tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119906447472922361.post2995498913517177005..comments2023-12-21T22:03:18.964-08:00Comments on Sound and fury, signifying nothing: Foolish (and perhaps tasteless) limericksDade Cariagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13431049944346345893noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119906447472922361.post-91487823879318609452008-08-20T13:40:00.000-07:002008-08-20T13:40:00.000-07:00I shot a poacher who was hunting for deerhe was in...I shot a poacher who was hunting for deer<BR/>he was in my yard, stumbling drunk, drinking beer<BR/> so my joy was increased<BR/> when I saw that the deceased<BR/>was the jerk who had fired me last year!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119906447472922361.post-58172239053498810632008-08-20T06:22:00.000-07:002008-08-20T06:22:00.000-07:00Not one limerick I know is rated lower than x. LOL...Not one limerick I know is rated lower than x. LOLEclectic Dilettantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08646596049594294800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119906447472922361.post-25573110861708141692008-08-19T10:16:00.000-07:002008-08-19T10:16:00.000-07:00The women in thongs are a joyFor American red-bloo...The women in thongs are a joy<BR/>For American red-blooded boys<BR/>They jump and they play<BR/>And make the boys say<BR/>"I'll watch this instead of my toys".NWJRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06230649432043971400noreply@blogger.com