If I was a bunny
Wouldn’t it be funny
To find out that I could fly?
Alas, as I say with a sigh
I’m not a bunny
There once was a limerick that came
That was really kind of lame
This is it
Devoid of wit
It has not achieved fame
Me, Myself, and I
Called out to a passerby
He was a gangster, hip and cool
One of those guys that never looked like a fool
He just sighed
A man from Bengal
Was invited to a fancy dress ball
He decided to risk it
Said, “I’ll go as a biscuit!”
But the dog ate him up in the hall
As the king said to me
“Do you have the key?”
I answered, “Yes.”
And he gave me a fez
Which I didn’t really need
A flickering candle
Was too hot to handle
A burning flame
With no name
Except Randel
I am a deep and dark room
Filled with misery and gloom
Loaded with hairy toys and more
Stuffed with dust bunnies galore
I am a vacuum
There once was a man at the mall
Who was rather quite small
He said to himself,
I must be an elf
For his sneeze had blown him down the hall
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