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Thus far from what I have found,
the best at rhyming a sound,
is someone who’s shticky,
and although I’m picky,
I think he’s the best poet around!
Guf Yiseira!Cute!
It is my limerick, but that’s not my line (I don’t remember where I heard it).
watermelon,
What makes you think chayav drinks?
I’m sure neither of us knows him, but I guess he’s probably kidding around.
chayav, I just saw your post,
you’re a better poet than most.
I’m talking to no one,
I’m just having some fun;
this thread is a limerick host.
My asthma causes my wheezing,
my cold has me coughing and sneezing.
I’ve so many ills,
I’ll pop a few pills,
don’t worry, I am just teasing.
Shabbos, the holiest of days,
a good Yid learns, and he prays.
To feed the “neshomo y’seiro”
is not an aveiro,
but the “guf y’seiro”, it stays.
I now must spend my hard earned gelt,
because I am no longer svelte.
I’ll go in my Chevy,
cause now I’m so heavy,
that I need a new “cholent belt”.
On Shabbos, the cholent we eat,
is a very special treat.
But my tummy’s now pained,
oh the calories I gained,
from barley, potatoes and meat.
Why did nobody (that I noticed) mention Booker’s ? Too strong for you folks?
Limericks are not all that dumb,
that is my rule of thumb.
Poems are fun,
for me, # 1,
But go there, you’ll see I have some.
In the CR there’s screamin’ and yellin’;
Who’s who? Nobody’s tellin’.
We know Shticky Guy,
is not Bed-Stuy,
and that Joseph is practically a felon!
Chayav, your issue is weighty.
Are you a man or a lady?
So go see a shrink,
or at least have a drink,
so that you won’t be so far-dreit-y!
There once once a chossid from Willy,
who went to go learn in Philly.
but let’s not confuse
the two types of Jews
a chassidishe litvak is silly!
My car is still by the mechanic,
and now I am in a real panic.
Oh what should I do,
my kids have the flu,
but I can’t get to Dr. Shanek!
Limericks are hard on the head,
that’s why there’s a poetry thread.
It’s hard to rhyme twice,
impossible thrice!
That’s why I’ll stay there instead.
The communities (theological) that do not have engaged couples see each other, generally have them meet only once or twice before they get engaged. There is not much of a relationship to maintain, so they wait until they are married. Usually, they are younger than in other circles, and their hands are also held by their parent for a while after the wedding, making the transition easier. Those communities have a different style of upbringing to begin with. It’s a completely different system than the one many are used to; to apply some of the features of that shidduch process in a vacuum would likely lead to disaster, but it seems to work for them.
I’m sorry, watermelon,
if you feel ignored,
your purple poem was cute;
it should win an award.
Your Shabbos rhyme was moving,
about a day with no tension;
if not first prize,
it gets honorable mention.
I liked your poem, Chayav
but there’s just one thing,
how can a bubby
call himself a king?
We in the CR
think you should come clean,
and admit your not a grandma
unless you’re a queen!
bpt,
Are your neighbors Billy and Joel? 🙂
I’m still new at this rhyming,
I’m only a rookie,
but I thank you for your kind words,
poster smartcookie.
Our obsession with coffee,
from our rest should not rob us,
so I now will log off,
and wish all a “Good Shabbos”!
I love those old Suki & Ding All Star records.
Here’s another from that series (big hint!):
“Although the years are slipping by, as I approach the end…”
“Lives have been shattered, a nation scattered” MBD Eicha
Is Yochie Joseph?
Howie’s now in
Over-eaters Anonymous
so that for his health
he can be more autonomous
He won’t need his shrink;
he won’t need his mother.
He won’t need to rely
on any other.
So when he goes shopping,
he won’t buy any donuts.
He’ll shop at the fruit store,
he won’t go to Oh! Nuts!
The one you refer to
is certainly not I,
but in my own right,
I’m a “shticky guy”
Thanks!
I though for my rhymes,
you would me thank.
Instead you imply
that my choice of words stank! 🙂
Very little
Chayav, your poem –
it really stunk,
but what should we expect
from someone who’s drunk?
I hope you’re not insulted,
wherever you’re sitting;
I hope that you realize
that I was just kidding. 🙂
Please back me up,
Moderator 80,
that I would never be unkind
to an elderly lady!
I’m sorry to report
that I just saw Howie,
and what he was doing
made me say “wowwee”.
He had a dozen donuts
all of them he was eating.
Just one day on his diet
and he’s already cheating!
See you later,
Moderator
I googled for you
the definition of spate
you “poonkt” got it backwards,
but it’s not too late.
Even us posters,
have some time to revise;
Kol shekein a moderator
(Popa Bar Abba in disguise).
and coffee to drink
said Howie to his shrink
I need you replaced.
what you said is not true,
and by the way from now on,
It may come from there, but it’s not a part of it, no more than a newly lit flame is a part of the old flame.
We do find such a concept regarding the havdalah candle used after Yom Kippur; a candle lit from the “ner sheshovas” suffices (at least b’dieved. I’m not sure if it’s a perfect analogy; just a thought.
“A soldier crawls ahead, for behind him someone goes”
MBD Crack of Dawn
He did go for therapy,
but not the speech kind;
he went to a shrink,
’cause he’s out of his mind.
I thank you, MII,
for the nice compliments;
Just for the record,
I enjoyed your two cents.
He thaid he thomtimeth thoundth thtupipid
He jutht hath a lithp,
Every day, week and month.
yaff80, a rodeph is a rodeph.
Hey ppl what do you think about my name
What does it mean?
Did you get braces the same day?
“And the people passing by me just don’t seem to understand how my music seems to touch their very soul”
Hint?
I admit that to rhyme orange
I also used Google.
I didn’t have to pay for it,
anyhow I’m too frugal.
Concerning your challenge
to rhyme the word purple,
I had no success,
nor did my friend, Yitzy Kerpel.
So I asked his brother,
Moshe Aharon Dovid Kerpel,
who said he hurt his leg,
and is now forced to hirple.
I sent him to the doctor,
who gave him a cast,
this thread’s getting stranger,
though I’m having a blast.
I’m running quite late
so I report with a frown
that I must get going,
and close this poem down.
There’s a certain fruit
with nary a rhyme.
To find such a word,
an uphill climb.
When I try rhyme orange,
I just won’t say “can’t”
so I found out that “sporange”
is a part of a plant.
Now try “silver”.
( but would then be spelled stinke`-accent other way,above the e)
Sori, om a horabal spelor
popa,
The Kotzker used to say that it’s important not to do aveiros on Rosh Hashanah because ??? is also ??????? ???.
I was kidding, but anyhow, where there’s a dad, often there’s a mom also.
Supervising the live-in
I hear there’s something to it, but only if the name is exact.
popa,
I didn’t think “nice” was in your vocabulary. 🙂
Hey, were you in my house last night? 🙂
I made a mistake. Its really recent, like within the last 15 yrs. Guess it’s not an Achroneshe sefer.
Not a mistake; you didn’t say an Acharon, you said “Achroneshe sefer”. I’ve heard that term used for recent seforim.
Did you try Biegeleisen [(718) 436-1165]?