Month: December 2018

181231

181231
Hello, goodbye

Hey 18 – so long, farewell
You weren’t great, but you weren’t hell
Hey 19 – welcome, hello
Make us slim, and give us dough!

181228

181228
Last limerick of 2018

The end of the year is forthcoming
The constant bad news is quite numbing
So lie yourselves down
And both go to town
And try 69 with some humming

181226

181226
Happy Stephen’s Day

Thank you for helping
Make Kilkenny my new home
Go raibh maith agat

I wish all days were Christmas Eve
The time of year when we believe
That someday we’ll get peace on earth
And everyone is full of mirth
When kitchens are chock-full of food
And Christmas punch can fix your mood
There’s so much fun, no one will leave
I wish all days were Christmas Eve

181221

181221
He went down on history

A crimson-nosed reindeer named Rudy
A loner, both sullen and moody
When he was depressed
What made him feel best
Was dressing like Cher, Madge and Judy

181219

181219
Game Theory in the Age of Chaos

This Kickstarter book
You can get one for yourself
And one for Congress

181217

181217
That might be their plan

When I am sick, my pets don’t care
I need to walk my Brownie Bear
And Linc will yell until he’s fed
They’ll eat my corpse when I am dead

181214

181214
Be more than one flavor

There once was a fella named Santa
Who scored whores in downtown Atlanta
While giving him head
A toothless one said
“His jism tastes just like grape Fanta!”

181212

181212 Ninth anniversary

When sweetie pea was by my side
We’d often laugh until we cried
It was with overwhelming pride
That she said yes to be my bride

181210

181210
No shit!

When you need to number two
You can push until you’re blue
But no matter what you do
Still does not produce a poo

181207

181207
It’s time for some Crosby and Bowie

There was a nice woman named Zoe
Who made men smile when it was snowy
The use of her hand
Was certainly grand
But she preferred giving a blowy

181205

181205
Twinkle twinkle little Linc

I thought I got the tree for me
But little Linc thinks differently
A star should sit upon the peak
But that’s where Linc decides to sneak

181203

181203
Backing up to the cloud

Sweetie Pea – with me forever
Memories will hit whenever
Day or night – in any weather
So much joy we had together
Our fun scale went to eleven
Hand in hand that was our heaven
Every day I go and find her
And enjoy each sweet reminder