Original Song Title:
"Little Things" (MP3)
Parody Song Title:
Limericks: three plus two
Lines I add, and then five ensue.
Licks of sick, sic wordplay. . .
In my pad, I just spiel away.
I weigh each line, with the goal that it scan.
What I propound can make you chunder, man.
You know I love those limericks; they're like beer:
Because they fill my day with cheer.
Limericks, they ensue
After I've drunk a bunch of brew.
'bibing Scotch, I have a blunder hand.
Typing I botch and then can't understand.
You know I love those limericks; I'm endeared;
When I limn limericks, up I am cheered.
I've tried to do some not suffused with blue,
But they all come out lickerish, it's true.
Limericks I pursue,
Type up scads--each day, at least two.
Limericks work this way:
B. . .a last
Rhymsters mock and curse me with, "Gee, man!
This ribald shlock! Worse than verse of Gibran."
But oh, I love those limericks, and it's clear,
Though they're libidinous, they're without peer.
No other poetry for me will do,
Although parody's a close number 2.
Your Vote & Comment Counts
The parody authors spend a lot of time writing parodies for the website and they
appreciate feedback in the form of votes and comments. Please take some time to
leave a comment below about this parody.
|How Funny: ||5.0|
|Overall Rating: ||5.0|
|Total Votes: ||4|
The following represent how many people voted for each category.
| || || || ||Pacing|| ||How Funny|| ||Overall Rating|
| ||1|| ||0||
| ||2|| ||0||
| ||3|| ||0||
| ||4|| ||0||
| ||5|| ||4||