Okay, forgive the poor slant rhymes in the first stanza, and keep reading. It gets better.
{Ahem…)
A young man named Mike from Branson,
Was strong and smart and hansome,
“Too much praise”, the folks said,
“It’ll go to his head,
Then how will he get his cap on?”
One day at the county fair,
Young Mike met with Smokey the Bear,
The thing moved and spoke,
Not a very good joke,
He’d just as soon forget that scare.
On a visit at Mike’s house I’d stay,
We’d tell jokes or find some game to play,
The night would wear on,
We’d draw comics ‘till dawn,
And be worthless the rest of the day
Baseball’s the sport Mike knows best,
He’s ready for most any test,
Of pitchers and bats,
He can tell you the stats,
Both leagues; East, Central, and West.
To Springfield he went off to college,
To get his head stuffed with more knowledge,
Philosophy’s great,
But that endless debate!
The answer should simply be eight.
At college Mike met up with Kathy,
And this made him even more happy.
Then one day she’s his bride,
Now they walk side by side,
Raised a family that looks really snappy.
They moved state to state in this ordah,
Texas, New York, and then Florida,
They were glad that they came,
But it wasn’t the same,
They’re happily back in Missourah.
Limericks can really be tough,
I’m not sure when I’ve written enough,
With too much preamble,
It sounds like I ramble,
Never get to the point of this stuff
This August heat’s too much to take,
Better call off the trip to the lake,
Stay inside’s my advice,
“Have a drink with some ice,
And a big slice of mayonnaise cake!”
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