I worked with a lot of smart kids today
I saw what they had... cafeteria tray...
so wet and so moist...
no one rejoiced.
(While I had a cheesecake buffet!) :D

I work with numbers all the time,
Sometimes I believe they even rhyme,
One, two, three, PI, four,
Numbers, numbers galore,
Mushed into a paste-like gooey slime

A lot of my time has been wasted.
Ideas so rich I have tasted.
Do this I regret?
Should I be upset?
I never, no never lambasted.

[[Note, you must pronounce "lambasted" as a rhyme of pasted instead of how I usually pronounce it, which rhymes with blasted.]]

I love being a time waster,
It is like lying in an idea baster!
Roasting creativiy and
Shifting and panning through the sand
For the diamond in the rough; perfect waster.

That one was not good at all. Wasted time though. How do you build your limericks? I just go with it/ it does not work very well.

When I was in 8th grade, my English teacher gave me my first rhyming dictionary.  I basically never used it again for years, then started using it just before losing it in a move.  When I looked online, I found rhymezone.com  So, now I pick some interesting words to sort of rhyme with, then play with meter until I find something that sort of works.

To help me see how each line is going, I type out the lows and highs as I go like http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foot_%28poetry%29 but I use . for low points and - for high points.

My friend, ChaosLord, is a ferret
.--.-..-. or .--....-. (depending on whether your voice goes up on Lord like at the end of a question or goes down like at the end of a statement) so I probably need to change that.

As a sidenote, it is my personal opinion that Obama didn't get any clapping during his inaugural speech because he kept putting his voice up at the end of each line like he wasn't stopping but was just going on.  If he'd put his voice down like something was final, then people would have known that he was "stopping" for a moment and that it was ok to clap.  People respected him too much to interrupt him in the middle of a sentence, so he didn't get any clapping during his speech, in my opinion.  The Archbishop, though, he sure knew how to pitch his voice.

Tayler Mali has a great riff on that: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmLE2bliXCI
Obama spoke like he was asking questions instead of like he was telling us things.

Anyway...

ChaosLord is a ferret of chaos
-.-..-..-.
holy cow, nothing rhymes with chaos?  Normally, I'd rewrite the first line to something that rhymes easily, but lets press onward.
k-oss, loss?  now, whatever I grab has to end on a down note, so... "duck sauce"?
Then I try to find something that ends with duck sauce and fits the first line's pattern.
These make try poor forgotten like duck sauce
Just a little now; scrumptious is duck sauce

then whatever for the next
did that make sense?
.-.-
have I gone dense?

now to find something that rhymes with 1 & 2 and fits the foot pattern.
something...

Be still my poor Bart,
Your rhymes fall dreafully apart!
You are now nuclear!
Your mind should be clear.
How could you have a brain fart?

I liked that one.
A rhyming dictionary would be cool to find.

You can buy one at Amazon.com or Barnes & Noble.

ChaosLord has now... spread out some chaos
Just a little now... scrumptious is duck sauce
wait -- did that make sense?
stop -- are you all dense?
Argh Pirate A B C... it's not a total loss?

Canadians shop at Chapters and Indigo.

Bart bumps bloomers bravely.
Bold beings believe before blaspheme.
Big bees buzz busily.
Bears bedevile Billy.
Bam. Bashing bozos blatantly beam.
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I know that I cannot speak (to that degree)
I've picked up some Spanish (the language, not chicks)
But it's Barrio talk
Castillo I squawk
the Spanish of Mexico (unknown to me).

Eh, that's not very good.

Of all the long gone dead languages I speak,
I am always deemed a nerd!
Because I can speak Latin and ancient Greek!
I read the Illiad and Aenid and I'm a freak!
So now I just flip the bird.

I can't get from SketchUp to Hammer from Valve

We interrupt this breaking limerick to inform you that although this first sentence flowed pretty well, apparently "valve" has no rhymes.

I can't get to Hammer (by Valve) from my SketchUp.
I think it's because; but if I try and... no! yup?
It just won't compile.
It seems it's hostile.
Perhaps it's that I am too close (I'm a young pup).

I built this beautiful double helix spiral staircase in SketchUp that I want to bring into a Hammer map but the SketchUp plugin is saying that there's some sort of error, so the .vmf is "corrupt" and Hammer removes the "corrupted entities".  They're just ordinary blocks (all convex or straight, nothing concave) inside my skybox, but it's just not working for some reason.  Argh!
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Harry Hope has herpes.
He had hit horny Hilary Humrock,
Hence, he hurriedly hunts
Hammy Homeopaths!
Harry has honed hedging his hammock.

Ya...

[[None of that rhymes. :p It was a pretty great free verse poem, though.]] :)

She said to me derange.
"I'm not so passing strange,
I hope that was a joke."
But then I smelled some smoke.
A fire on Bart's gas range.

[[That accent trips me up every time.]] :p

Yes, it does rhyme. They are consonance end rhymes in the case of the s's and the ock rhymes were eye rhymes. I am revelutionizing the Limerick.

"Who was that?"
"Who was who were?"
"She was fat,
And quite flat."
"Then I don't care."

But you're doing it
A
B
A
A
B

and a limerick is
A
A
B
B
A

The Lord of the Rings Online
The game for which I do pine
It's really quite fun
To play till you're done
Just don't be the public kine.

The toxic foaming oil
The ocean now does spoil
A little black
Bacterial plaque
A decade now to toil.

There once was a little pig
Who cried out, "Here's where I'll dig"
He dug and he dug
And found naught but a mug
So he filled it and had a good swig

There once was a lad Californian.
A keeper of lighthouses, "Warn One".
Well Warn One one day,
I'm sorry to say,
Couldn't climb up to light the light (bunyan).

A young man from Timbuktu
Whose limericks stopped at line two.

There once was a dog from Peru,
Who didn't know quite what to do,
So one day at the park
When his master said bark,
All the dog did was sit down and poo.

A dragon that can not sleep,
is not something that you should keep.
One night as you lay,
in a pile of hay,
you'll be eaten without hearing a peep!

There was a small boy of Quebec
Who was buried in snow to his neck
When they said, "Are you friz?"
He replied, " Yes, I is —
But we don't call this cold in Quebec"

Not mine but I like this one:

If you catch a Chinchilla in Chile
And cut off its beard, willy-nilly
You can honestly say
That you have just made
A Chilean Chinchilla's chin chilly

There once was a man from Prague
Who tripped and fell over a log.
He smashed up his face
Got blood all over the place
And couldn't rhyme because he was too grog...gy.

:D

There once was an owl named Yoss
Who liked to act like a boss
But he ran out of time
And then dropped his poor dime
To which he cried "Oh, what a loss!"