Limricks
Well, the chat room tonight was having fun, and someone talked about a song they wrote for a lover, and I mentioned how no one had ever wrote a song or poem for me and the room broke out in limricks about everyone…my favorite was the one my friend Skeptic wrote for me.
There once was a chatter named Wendi, who finds life in Portland quite trendy, her hubby was a cad, so she thought “well, I’m glad, because now I’m free to chase Skeppy 
I loved it. Here’s a few more. These were made on the spur of the moment, enjoy.
There once was a chatter named Georgia, who when greeted would say “I adores ya!”…..she met a new man, we asked “is he bland?”….”of course not, he’s from California”
There once was a chatter named Windy, who tried reading books written in Hindi,it did’nt make sense so therefore hence she said, “**** it, I’ll watch Mork & Mindy”
There once was a chatter named Chief, who told fishing tales beyond belief, so with a frown he turned around and said “That’s it, I’m turning over a new leaf”
There once was a chatter named Windy, who married a man who was spindly, he once ticked her off, so she pissed on his brush, and laughed as his gums felt all tingly
There once was a chatter named Skeptic, who made rhymes that would give you a peptic, but we all were polite and said “oh right” and laughed as his jokes stunk worse than a untreated septic
