A Laughter Club Community Group
We would like to invite you to join our group! A Laughter Club is for people who understand just how serious a matter humor is to one's survival and even to one's success in life. We share jokes, riddles, short stories, and other laughter-provoking thoughts. We have one simple rule: If you wouldn't say it to a child because it contains inappropriate...
A limerick is a five line humorous poem with a characteristic rhythm. Lines one, two, and five rhyme with each other and have three metrical feet, and lines three and four rhyme with each other and have two metrical feet.
Like you, I don't know what in the world that means, either, so let's just get started. Hey, just because we don't know what we're doing doesn't mean we should let that stop us from doing it! (That's how logic works inside the heads of blonds like me; see also "Blond Jokes" humor topic.)
Do keep in mind that the Laughter Club accepts only humor that is in keeping with our one simple rule: If you wouldn't say it to a ten year old child, then you shouldn't share it here. Now hang on to your socks...
There was a young man of Devizes,
Whose ears were of different sizes.
The one that was small
Was of no use at all,
But the other won several prizes!
There was a young lady of Lynn,
A maiden exceedingly thin,
Who, when she essayed,
To drink lemonade,
Slipped right through the straw, and fell in!
Of a sudden the great prima donna
Cried, "Heavens, my voice is a goner!"
But a cat in the wings
Cried, "I know how she sings."
And finished the solo with honor!
More to follow...
Like you, I don't know what in the world that means, either, so let's just get started. Hey, just because we don't know what we're doing doesn't mean we should let that stop us from doing it! (That's how logic works inside the heads of blonds like me; see also "Blond Jokes" humor topic.)
Do keep in mind that the Laughter Club accepts only humor that is in keeping with our one simple rule: If you wouldn't say it to a ten year old child, then you shouldn't share it here. Now hang on to your socks...
There was a young man of Devizes,
Whose ears were of different sizes.
The one that was small
Was of no use at all,
But the other won several prizes!
There was a young lady of Lynn,
A maiden exceedingly thin,
Who, when she essayed,
To drink lemonade,
Slipped right through the straw, and fell in!
Of a sudden the great prima donna
Cried, "Heavens, my voice is a goner!"
But a cat in the wings
Cried, "I know how she sings."
And finished the solo with honor!
More to follow...
Had pants made too tight, but he wore 'em
He looked very neat
Till he bent in the street
To pick up a dime-then he tore 'em.
who all day long was cross a lot
except for thanksgiving
when he enjoyed living
and liked to eat cranberry sauce a lot
Who was both tremendous and shaggy.
He was quite fierce and grim
On the front end of him,
But his back end was friendly and waggy.
In slumber his chest rose and sunk,
He snored and he snored
Till the jungle folks roared -
Then his wife tied a knot in his trunk.
Who said, "Although pain isn't real,
If I sit on a pin
And it punctures my skin,
I dislike what I fancy I feel.
There was a young lady from Crete,
Who was so exceedingly neat,
When she got out of bed,
She stood on her head,
To keep from soiling her feet.
Who dyed his hair for starters
He colored it beautiful blue
the colors of one shoe
then he got drank some water.
(ummm, how was that?) LOL I have no clue!
There was a young gal who said, "Why
Can't I look in my ear with my eye?
If I put my mind to it,
I'm sure I can do it;
You never can tell till you try."
At speed much faster than light.
It left one day
In a relative way,
And returned on the previous night.
Whose knowledge got lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small
He knew nothing at all;
And now he's a college professor.
Fell in love with a bow-legged fella.
When the loving chap
Let her sit on his lap,
She fell right through to the cella.
Onced fished for some fish in a fissure,
Till a fish, with a grin,
Pulled the fisherman in -
Now they're fishing the fissure for Fisher!
He does the best he kindoo.
He sticks to caste
from first to last.
For clothes, he makes his skindoo.