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I wanted to start up a game
Something great that I could claim
Posting a lim'rick
Shall be its gimmick
So post one and you just might gain fame.

There was once a person named Ski,
Who said with considerable glee,
"I wonder if people,
Like rhymes and riddles?"
Well, at least there's me!

...Okay, that totally sucked.

Another limerick I shall construct!
I think that that line
Brings chances divine,
But if I rhyme it, I'll anger the censors.

Ski, you're such a bard,
Your rhyming is avant-garde. (Whatever. I couldn't think of anything else, okay? )
I tried to reply,
But could not comply
Because I was laughing too hard.

From this thread people eschew,
'Til we're the only crew,
I thereby concur,
It's a folie a deux,
A madness shared by two.

That was until Raz came
To spoil your wonderful game
What you thought was for two
Was for three, don't you knoow
But the theme is still quite the same.

The above verses I cite
From my own personal site
To record my days,
A.K.A. LJ,
I hope it's not a fright!

When limericks are writ on the spot,
Of quality great they are not.
And the reason I know
Is that some time ago
My friend and I wrote them a lot.

I might post another one later,
I can't think of any way greater
To pass away time
When I feel like a rhyme...
It's better than being a waiter!

At first there was one now there's four
Ski might have to lay down the law
There's a lack of a guestlist
The crowd's growing restless
As the numbers grow more and more.

I think that if somebody tried
To limit the players inside
This poetical thread,
Then they soon would be dead
By attack from the people denied.

((Wow, that was morbid. XD))

Tyma thought that rhyme was sick,
But I rather admire its schtick.
The ones who're left out
Will just scream and shout
And likely smack me with a brick.

The bricks are available not.
The last one that somebody got
Was thrown very far
Through the front of a car
By a person named Fiddelysquat.

((Anyone remember that?))

You definitely should rejoice
That I am submitting my voice.
If I'd been excluded
You would be concluded...
Try guessing my weapon of choice!

We're going a little awry
By talking about ways to die.
The fact is well-known
This is not a closed zone
And there's nobody we can deny.

Well I guess it shall be so
No violence or weapons on show
But none can prevent
My intentions, hellbent
As I scheme and plot on my own.

You just keep on thinking that thought.
I'll work on my own little plot.
There is no predictor
Of who'll be the victor
For know what we want, we do not.

And now I must speak of another.
The second and last from my mother.
This poem he wrote,
Which I now have to quote,
Was written by my little brother.

This game didn't start an obsession
So it slumped to a sort of recession
Raz came and saved it
For all those who craved it
And now we can continue our mission.

EDIT:

But I guess that wasn't to be
This topic is still quite empty
With this lack of limericks
You're stuck with my lame tricks
Abra.. Kadabra... ya see?

At the risk of raising the dead
I had a great thought in my head
That Limericks are fun
and a new thread begun
But instead resurrected this thread