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limerick thingy
One night in the chat room we started inventing limericks. The limerick thingy came about as a result. These are the limericks we invented that night... or at least one version of them, since several suggestions were made for some of the lines resulting in nightmarish pan-dimensional limericoid entities.

There was a young fellow named Nick
Who could do an incredible trick
He could gargle with peas
Play tunes on his knees
And beat a meringue with his digeridoo

There was a young lady called Mort
Whose dresses were awfully short
Right up past her knees
When along came a breeze
And tickled her wheren't it ought

There was a young Welsh lass called Carol
Who liked to curl up in a barrel
In a brewery she hid
When off came the lid
And in slipped her ex-boyfriend Darryl

There was a young boffin called Simon
Who wrote limericks that didn't rhyme on
He scraped off some spud
From his microwave's crud
And then had a milkshake with lime on