I've just put the text from this page into the poetry generating chat thing and these were a few of the limericks it came up with this time: -
Local Colour
The rain's come and pissed on the scene,
No scrawlings of jam to be seen.
No tourists were salted,
No bonnet defaulted—
The street dog's now acting obscene.
Dog Barks & Slang
When strangers walk by on the trail,
My dog, though all fluff, likes to wail.
So I shout at her loud,
And pretend I'm so proud—
“Shut it, you slag!” sets the tale.
Simon the Myth
Is Armitage real? Who can say?
He floats like a ghost on the Way.
So often I write
His name late at night—
Might as well be him, any old way.
Packing Logic
They’ve trekked through both hunger and pain,
Forgot meds and then did it again!
One trek, a mistake—
But two? For Pete’s sake!
Just pack for the wind and the rain!
Forum Feelings
Thread Ten and I’m weary and cursed,
The Wyn-Walk-Wynn talk is the worst.
Despair fills my soul,
Where’s that sump oil bowl?
Just drink it and see who goes first.
A Sleeping Encounter
Old man on a bench, deep in nap,
With bags in a plastic-wrap trap.
Did Moth give him food?
Was he gruff or just rude?
Tomorrow I'll sleuth with my map.