Comments on: Pigheaded Limerick

By: Ryan

Ryan — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 23:56:01 +0000

A fellow whose car had been towed
His ass was such a wide load
He couldn’t walk home
So he sat down alone
There he stayed like a lazy fat toad

Sorry but it’s my first ever attempt at a limerick!!!

By: Daisy Mae

Daisy Mae — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 06:38:55 +0000

A fellow whose car was being towed
Was asleep in the back-quite unclothed
For wild sex he’d embarked
While illegally parked
He was guilty of true penal code

By: madkane

madkane — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 04:51:51 +0000

I’m really enjoying these. Thanks, and please keep them coming!

By: Johanna Richmond

Johanna Richmond — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 02:21:07 +0000

A fellow whose car had been towed,
To adhere to his ethical code
And avoid talking smack
Ran the check through his crack,
Paid the fine and got back on the road.

By: Veralynne

Veralynne — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 01:56:28 +0000

A fellow whose car had been towed
Was a surly drunk, what a load!
As he started walking
To himself he kept talking
“I’ll show THEM when I’m back on the road!”

By: Veralynne

Veralynne — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 01:55:11 +0000

A fellow whose car had been towed
Didn’t know what to do so he crowed
And screamed, cried and punched things
As if that could fix things
‘Til the cops towed HIM to his new abode

By: Phyllis Reinhard

Phyllis Reinhard — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 21:13:17 +0000

A fellow whose car had been towed
Saw a horse which he quickly lassoed.
Soon his level of grief
For the fines as horse thief
Beat the illegal parking fees owed.

By: Edmund Weisberg

Edmund Weisberg — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 17:57:05 +0000

A fellow whose car had been towed
Was scared at what that might forebode.
Given the drugs in the trunk,
This dope-running drunk
Hoofed it after one more for the road.

By: scott

scott — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 16:04:14 +0000

A fellow whose car had been towed.
Decided to take the high road.
Though the shame has abated,
I have never related,
Now to all, my tale is bestowed.

March 9, ’82 was the day.
A street sign I didn’t obey.
I failed a breath test,
was put under arrest.
My green Pontiac towed away.

I bailed out the next day at dawn
My guilt, a conclusion forgone.
Covered in jailhouse stink,
and finger print ink
I went out and puked on the lawn.

To the impound lot I did trudge.
And there in the mud and the sludge,
of the very back row,
was my GTO,
ironically nicknamed “The Judge.”

Now it all seems so surreal.
That I could have been so puerile.
Though I do still drink,
I don’t even think,
of mixing liquor and automobiles.

By: robert basler

robert basler — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 13:58:01 +0000

A fellow whose car had been towed
Tried to find out where it had goed….
He followed the path
And felt total wrath
Just like that old fellow, Tom Joad