Let's write a Limerick...

[bugshaw]

There was a young man from Penzance,

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[the-maenad.livejournal.com]

Who suffered depression and angst.

[dougs.livejournal.com]

There was a young man from Penzance
Who suffered depression and angst
  When he chose a new style,
  Had a play for a while,
And discovered S2 was askance.

[gummitch.livejournal.com]

He tried taking Prozac

[green-amber.livejournal.com]

And photos with Kodak

[bugshaw.livejournal.com]

And soon he developed a stance.

Ba-dum!

[green-amber.livejournal.com]

Or

And soon had a snap in his pants!

[purpletigron.livejournal.com]

But that pill came right back

[bugshaw.livejournal.com]

With Widower's Patent Emetic.

Oops! Wrong verse form...

[fishlifter.livejournal.com]

So he went back to reading Jack Vance.

[bugshaw.livejournal.com]

That's meant to cheer him up, is it?

[fishlifter.livejournal.com]

I had left this as an exercise for the reader (as it were)!

It wouldn't work for me, generally. Maybe it what was made the poor chap depressed in the first place.

[bugshaw.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was living in Penzance. There's not a lot going on there.

What if he were from East Croydon?

[fishlifter.livejournal.com]

Sorry for the delay; I've been away from LJ for a few days.

Hmmm. This could be more polished, but I'm meant to be developing legislation right now...

There was a young man from East Croydon
Whose life was quite lacking in joy, when
He found sudden pleasure
In drinking at leisure
With a young and imaginative hoyden.

[molesworth.livejournal.com]

Man came home one night, falling about larffing, told his wife he'd just heard the funniest and filthiest limerick ever. "So what was it?" sez she, but he sez he can't possibly tell her, it's far too filthy.
"Look", sez she, "If you think there's something too filthy for me, just say 'blank' and I'll use my imagination."

So he sez, OK, it goes:

Blank blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank cunt

[syllopsium.livejournal.com]

who lusted after Jack Palance,
after an idyllic movie,
he became far too groovy,
and started an Irish Riverdance.

[serendipoz.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday Bug!

(Yes, I know this isn't a limerick.)

And many, many happy returns of your day.