I Suck at Limericks.

I'm pretty sure some of these aren't technically limericks, but I really don't care

As I wait on the couch for spring,

I wonder what winter will bring.

From fitness to fatness,

From muscles to flatness.

Go away winter--bring us spring!

I'm even tired of the 'net

Don't mention the awful tv set

There's nothing to do,

I'm bored, yes, it's true

Guess I'll look that up on the 'net

My dishwasher just won't clean,

Won't even get rid of a bean,

There's crap on the pans,

Rather have dish pan hands.

I just want some dishes with sheen!

Our neighbors are kind of asses

Our landlord keeps giving them passes.

They're French, you see

Well, I also like Brie.

But please stop annoying the masses.

My bottle of Shiraz has run dry.

I note this with wary a sigh.

If there could be one more,

Please give me a pour.

But I could always substitute with pie.

The soup that I ate for dinner,

Campbell's keeps making it thinner.

Butternut squash,

While certainly not posh,

Was good enough for my dinner.

I have also written a four stanza long masterpiece about W. but that will have to wait until Jan. 20th for unveiling.