Well, I was thinking about it the other day, and I really wanted to post a unicycling limerick. The problem was that I couldn’t think of one. So, inspired by several other recent threads, I’m giving you all the chance to help me.
If you don’t know, a limerick is a nonsense poem of five anapestic lines, of which lines 1, 2, and 5 are of there feet, and rime, and lines 3 and 4 are of two feet, and rime.
When you reply, please post the new line in addition to the lines preceding it. When one limerick is done, anyone can start a new one.
I love to unicycle all day long,
And can such a love ever be wrong?
With one hand on my uni,
which you see is not puny,
My ride is as hard as it is long.
Hmmm in the groboy post I saw people using the arin DB to lookup up IP’s.
For European alocated IP’s there is the Ripe database.
For example 212.204.226.111
i love to unicycle all day long
and can such a love ever be wrong?
hand at my crotch
praying i dont botch
always thinking of my beautiful *****
i love to unicycle all day long
and can such a love ever be wrong?
my groin rubbing the seat
(which i think is really neat)
stimulating me till the end of this song
i love to unicycle all day long
and can such a love ever be wrong?
as the women pass
they all have to ask (sorry about the slant rhyme)
and i say, “really not that long”
I love to unicycle all day and and all night
and if you dont then prepare for a fight
I hop like a pogo
which most say is loco
but to be loco is a unicyclist’s right
If I had to choose something in life it would be
To have every one unicycle like me
I’d ride through the town
with the other uniers I found
and consider myself very lucky
To be a unicyclist upon one wheel
You must persevere to get the feel
Then launch into the abyss
Into years of balanced bliss
Like a child you giggle and squeal
Unicyling is a whole lot of fun
More so then going for a run
It’s more fun then a bike
A bit more then a hike
And much more then shooting a gun
Sex is the only thing that compares
To the fun of unicycling in pairs
Swimming might seem ok at first
Until you see that nasty gaseous burst
From the shorts your uncle always wears
There once was a Munier form Nantucket
Who rode with his head in a bucket
His head hit a tree quite a bit
'Til it gave him a fit
And he said “I’ll just have to duck it”
This morning I wanted to go for a ride
But today is the day I must take a bride
wait, what’s wrong with my head
rather uni instead
than have any girl by my side
