Limericks
by Doris Ray
There once was a man from Endako,
Whose living was made with a backhoe,
With this rig he did dig,
A hole that was big,
' Twas sad ‘cause he never came back, Oh!
A moose ambled east of Prince George,
Where pulp mills mix vats of pulp porridge,
In a vat it did slip,
Filled with wood chip dip,
And came out boxed in cardboard for storage!
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A goose and a duck were both single,
So together they thought they would mingle,
But he honked and she quacked,
And they didn’t get back,
' Til both had become bilingual!
Why is the lemming sometimes idle
While other times he’s suicidal?
Is he really that depressed
When he swims east or south or west?
Does he die a planned statistic
Or was he just too optimistic?