On November 10, 2007, I asked my readers at Parenthetically Speaking for limericks on the subject of "roughing it."
There once was a Pug from the Southwest,
Looking for redheads to molest.
So he posed as a tradesman,
And he then barged his way in,
Now he's under arrest.
Sherry is so darn delectable,
She likes her gentlemen smart and erectable,
But a fellow named Junior
Went and nearly ruined her
For all men, and some things electrical!
I'm glad I don't live in a house.
Working on them makes me a grouse.
Like mowing the yard,
Every weekend is hard.
You likely think me a louse.
There once was a girlie named Greeny
Who was such a D-I-Y queenie,
Neighbors quickly said, "Hi,"
Running timidly by
(For her house was a little bit leany).
Camille Alexa said...
Serena Joy has a calamity:
Her house is the horror of Amity
Her lights have all gone
She's been a wild one
And in general has felt quite gawddammity
A carpenter whose nickname was Dwight.
Had a tool belt he kept fastened tight.
He whipped out his level,
For Serena to revel.
With his hammer, she knocked his nuts way outta sight.
There was a lady from Durban,
Who house worked till she became so thin
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade
She slipped right through the straw and fell in.