WARNING:Irish Limericks Ahead

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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                     How well, I  remember, KHARIS, THE MUMMY;
                     Good head, on his shoulders; He was no Dummy;
                     'Til he lost it, in a Love, unfortunate,
                     It consumed him, in trials, importunate,
                     Haven't seen him, in years, for our weekly GIN RUMMY.

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                                            EXANIMO EVERNOW,
           TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G. 

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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                Stalking, out, of the Ancient, Primordial SOUP,
                Evolved a FISH-MAN, who became the DUPE,
                For a Beauty, in a SWIM-SUIT;
                Losing, at Love, He became a RECRUIT,
                In THE UMA'S Collection, of  *a-hem* UNIQUE TROOPS!

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                                      EXANIMO EVERNOW,
     TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G.

[fmofmpls]

This is the thread that never dies,
Limericks abound for lonely eyes,
Persistent poets toiling their pens,
With Baron and Ivan dueling here often,
I'm outta my league, but I don't care,
What good am I if I don't share?

[Crazy1van]

As good as any General can be
and good for his troops in this monsters' army
You founded our feast
and let loose the beast
Now we 'honor' you with awful poetry!

[long live kong]

Mr. Grady had a wife and two kids,
But was prone to occasional fits,
One day he cracked,
And taking an axe,
He chopped up his family to bits.



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On a rocky hill the building stands,
Made of timber, mortar and stone.
The perfect place to get away,
'A holiday home from home'.
But behind the cheery, grand veneer,
Lurks a sinister, murky past,
And a night spent at the Overlook,
May end up being your last.

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[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

                            fmofmpls writ:
                This is the thread that never dies,
                Limericks abound for lonely eyes,
                Persistent poets toiling their pens,
                With Baron and Ivan dueling here often,
                I'm outta my league, but I don't care,
                What good am I if I don't share?
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               We're Blessed, with our GENERAL, TERRY,
               We're Honoured, that, here, he doth TARRY,
               When he pens us a Limerick line,
               He reminds us, of FRANKENSTEIN,
               The sight, of his Poem, alone, tends, to be *SCARY!

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* And, I mean, that, as a compliment, in the Kindest UNIVERSAL CLASSIC MONSTER Way Possible!!!

                               EXANIMO EVERNOW, 
  TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G.

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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               Well, of, all, of the MONSTERS, I know,
               Our King, BORIS, sure put, on a show,
               I, also, admit, I love BELA,
               {A most remarkable Fella!};
               Fond, o' LON, too, when he let his hair grow!

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                               EXANIMO EVERNOW,
  TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G.

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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                 Attaining His Fame, He was a Dark and Stormy Knight;
                 The mere mention, of His Name, fills my Soul, with Fright;
                 Who is this cad?! Why, 'tis PRINCE VLAD!
                 I must say, I'm relieved, and, even, glad,
                 That VAN HELSING reduced him, to dust, so, He doesn't Bite!

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                                          EXANIMO EVERNOW, 
             TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G.

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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               Ancient Egypt's Tombs, tragically, come, to mind,
               Occult Lore, of deadly dealings, and, precious finds,
               Dark Magic spans several Millennium,
               Restores a semblance, of Life, to One,
               THE MUMMY returns, accursed, for, in Unholy Love, He pines.

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                                         EXANIMO EVERNOW,
         TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G.

[tv horror]

What a wonder it is to discover this thread anew,
I have been somewhat busy and on a tight curfew,
Just as the World stood still,
My fingers got cramp from yet another household bill,
And I've found the time to converse with my most loyal motley crew.


I salute you for keeping this thread alive,
Ivan, Tim and Kong plus someone called Terry?
Never heard of him personally, he must be like Renfield another fly by night character.

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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                      We've conscripted a Chap, called TV HORROR,
                      And, this Thread woudst be, much, POORER,
                      Without him, &, his IRISH WIT,
                      Why, the rest, o' us, might QUIT,
                      Producing LIMERICK SLEEPERS! {O.K., mayhap, SNORERS!}

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                                             EXANIMO EVERNOW,
              TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G.

[tv horror]

The werewolf fled the moors and the mud began to cake,
He ran for his life hunted for his own sake,
Over the hills they were coming closer he could not fail,
Faster and faster he ran although quite frail,
Until that fatal shot which ended with a sparkling Irish wake.


Thank you baron for the kind words, it it my honour to serve.

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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                    This WEREWOLF fled the moors, with less;
                    Ran, for my Life, in a state of "Undress"
                    Over hills, moors, fen and swamp,
                    I, nearly, caught cold; awfully damp,
                    I ran, 'tho', quite, frail; my Obit appeared, in THE DAILY MAIL!

                   { Only a dream, what a relief, to be free, of gall;
                      A Victim, of a sparkling Irish Wake-Up Call. }

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                Thank you baron for the kind words, it it my honour to serve.
                         ~ Brother MAURICE; the Pleasure, is OURS!

                                            EXANIMO EVERNOW,
             TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G.

[Crazy1van]

The Moores fled the werewolf in fear
It was muddy and smelled of Irish beer
From Paris it's course had been altered
till it passed through the straits of Gibralter
Now he's AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN TANGIER

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

~~~~ ~~~~  GOD BLESS THE USA & THE UMA   ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

             I'm an AMERICAN WEREWOLF, on THE FOURTH, OF JULY;
             Like, FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND & MOM'S APPLE PIE,
             I Salute my GRAND-UNCLE SAM,
             Whilst eating CANNED SPAM,
             For a REAL TREAT, I'll EAT WHALE-MEAT, &, BLUBBER, not, CRY!

~~~~ ~~~~  GOD BLESS THE USA & THE UMA   ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

                                         And, THANK You, IVAN
 {&, other UMA SERVICE-MEN & WOMEN, for Your Valiant Contribution, to our Welfare!}

                                            EXANIMO EVERNOW,
             TIMMY, THE BARON & BARONESS, &, FRIENDS, GOO-O-OODD!, B.G.G.