Trihan's Limerick-o-matic!

[Trihan]

I'm gonna have a shot at the pink unicorn one before I tackle Mega Man.

"Pinkicorn"

The pink unicorn went on a trip
On a quest to find barbecue dip
He had ample supplies
But to his great surprise
His backpack had started to rip.

On the third day he lost all his food
Which he didn't consider so good
It just wasn't funny
He lost all his money
And whored himself out to buy wood.

So next to his smouldering fire
The poor pinkicorn he did tire
He gave not a peep
Just fell off to sleep
And there to this day is his pyre.

(Aww, poor unicorn!)

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"Mega Man"

With his blaster in hand he kicks ass
Life as normal for Rockman and Bass
Felling various foes
Only Mega Man knows
How to beat loads of villains en-masse.

And when he has made a fresh kill
Mega Man gains an awesome new skill
Like a freezing ray gun
Or a cannon, what fun!
Then his weapons aren't run-of-the-mill.

He was built by a doctor named Light
Who appears to have real bad eyesight
Because Mega Man's blue
It's far too bright a hue
So he blinds foes before they can fight.

[Aljoho]

Challenge for you lyricists - a coconut tree who dreams of becoming a rockstar

[Trihan]

Eh, what's the point. I'm a talentless hack anyway. I don't even know why I started this topic.

[Ghost]

To entertain, and you suceeded-
and I can't rhyme a sh*t so you need to take this as it is... 

[Trihan]

Sorry, I'm just kind of down right now.

[Ghost]

Cheerin' up! 





(No- i didn't draw this)

[Stupot]

Don't worry man... talentless hacks are among some of the highest paid and most succesful people in the world...

[Trihan]

"a coconut tree who dreams of becoming a rockstar"

Okay, I am over my little bout of depression and once more ready to bring you the daily dose of awesome to which you have all become so accustomed:

He dreams about playing guitar
And of someday becoming a star
But one problem you see
He's a coconut tree
So he's not going to go very far.

Got no arms; he can't handle the strings
And it sounds pretty bad when he sings
Only fans of his band
Are the snakes in the sand
And he's sensitive about such things.

So his dreams are all shattered to bits
For this poor tree life sure is the pits
But as sure as a curse
It has gotten much worse
Now the poor guy is covered in zits.

[Aljoho]

what an unfortunate piece of foliage - *Clap* *Clap* nice limerick

[Trihan]

I have been pushed onto page 2! This is TERRIBLE!

Quickly! Suggest random limerick topics and keep the magic alive!

[Oliwerko]

Make one about making a limerick, that'll be cool.

[Buckethead]

The moonwitch took me for a ride on the broomstick

[Trihan]

"Limerick about a limerick"

Look, this is a limerick, wow!
And of writing it I'll tell you how
It starts when the fandom
Give ideas at random
I sort them all out and then POW!

The ideas all flow through my head
To my razor-sharp wit they are wed
Then the best ones I planned
Are typed in here by hand
Then I post it and fall into bed.

So there is the process my friend
Writing limericks from start to end
Try it out and you'll see
What it's like to be me
Now it's finished I'm going to hit "Send".

(Yes I know it's "Post" on these forums, shush. )
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I return from a wacky excursion
With a witch with a sunshine aversion
She comes from the moon
And she owns a blue spoon
Which she uses to make a diversion.

She has a big blue cup as well
And I think that's remarkably swell
It has nothing to do
With this tale I tell you
But I mentioned it just for the hell.

She gave me a ride on her broom
We took off with a CRACK and a BOOM!
Flew around the world twice
And ate lunch with some mice
Then I plummeted home to my doom.

[Trihan]

Bumping is good fun and healthy
Be you poor or indeed be you wealthy
But still you must take care
Not to bump everywhere
For this process you have to be stealthy.

It's poor etiquette; just not done
To bump topics that live on page 1
Page 2 to page 5
Keep the topics alive
But beyond that the topic is done.

So I'm bumping this thing from the grave
My limerick machine I must save!
So you'd all best get posting
Lest I give you a roasting
For limerick topics I crave!

[Oliwerko]

I can see your desperation,
let's suggest a topic: "SEPARATION"

[Sylvr]

From a friend:
The adventures of a dragon and his lupine sidekick...
My contribution:
...including stopping for a midday picnic and getting carried off by glowing ants.

[Trihan]

Okay, let's see what I can do with these latest topics...separation's going to be a tough one I think.

"Six degrees of separation"

It's a wonderful great new sensation!
And it's sweeping the whole goddamn nation
It's quite plain to see
That I'm talking to thee
Of that thing which we call separation.

When a couple of each other tires
When their collective passionate fires
Have all burned out at last
Take my advice, and fast!
Just split up and find brand new desires.

It's a tried tested method, it's true!
And I'm recommending it to you
Take your friend (girl or boy)
And announce to them "Oi!"
"It's all over, there's nowt you can do!"

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"The adventures of Sir Burnalot and Wolfy"

The titular characters named
Are both universally famed
One is a dragon
Who drives a Volkswagen
The other a wolf who's been tamed.

They go on adventures together
In all kinds of horrible weather
They've saved many lives
And claimed many wives
And Burnalot likes to wear leather.

For Sylvr I write an excess verse
'bout a picnic less blessing more curse
Glowing ants did attack
Took our heroes aback
And they're from another universe.

So spare just one thought for this pair!
Who with teamwork are quite just and fair!
Though if they defeat you
They'll likely just eat you
And transport your bones to their lair.

[monkey0506]

Write a limerick about:

Growing too old at an age too young for such manic thoughts, but when you're put on the spot you can't tell up from down or blue from green, where your life is going, or where it's been (read as: bean)

[Trihan]

That's far too much mental processing for half 5 in the morning. I'll tackle it later.

[Revonx]

I challenge you to:

A: A lerprechaun on acid who decides to attack an anteater (who doesn't eat ants) but is nontheless eating ants, because he stole his five wheeled wheelbarrow that was filled to the brim with butter.

or

B: We are remembered forever, by the footprints we leave in the snow.