Out on a Limerick
Whale of a Tale
If old Ahab had known of the sale,
He could have bought himself a whale,
But he grabbed his harpoon
Then threw it too soon
And the whale he failed to impale.
The ads for the Black Friday sale
Filled my box with colorful mail.
But on the big day
Someone got in my way.
I shoved her. They took me to jail.
The cute chick for whom Fred did fall
Could not stand him, no not at all.
But Fred had money,
So she called him “honey,”
And let him take her to the ball.
Eve of Destruction
Poor, old Adam after the fall,
Was sure Eve had way too much gall.
She’d said, “Here, take a taste.”
Which he did in haste.
But he’d never liked apples at all.