WARNING:Irish Limericks Ahead

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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                     E. A. POE, was a REAL MAN, he ate Quiche,
                     His scary poems and stories established a Niche,
                     Despite his odd life,
                     Filled, with anguish & strife,
                     His greatest accomplishment was the *POE-BOY SANDWICH!

   *Spelled, on Menus, as THE PO'-BOY SANDWICH; Try one - Folks are RAVEN, about IT!

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

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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            They exhumed the VAMPIRE, from his CRYPT,
            "Why, he, still, looks alive!" Someone Quipped.
            With night-fall descending,
            This has no happy ending,
            Except, for the Renevant, due, to the Jugulars he Ripped!

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

[long live kong]

Tomorrow I go camping, to the Yorkshire Dales,
hoping for fine weather, free of rainfall and gales,
by day we'll go hiking,
at night drink like vikings,
Or toast marshmellows, and recite ghostly tales!!  

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Enjoy thy weekend, limericking cohorts!

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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              The VAMPIRE slept, through the night,
              Dis-oriented, he awoke, in day-light,
              His last words were: "CRAP!"
              "I shouldn't have taken that nap!"
              I'm sure, we, all, can identify, with his plight.

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

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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            FANG-MILY, Von WOLFSTEIN, I grant ye, is olde;
            Wealthy, yes; vast treasures, of jewels & gold,
            Yet, richer, beyond measure,
            Is Moi absolute pleasure,
            Of the knowledge, of FRIENDS, my Heart holds!

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

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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             This Summer month is called, JULY;
             ... I, still, haven't figured, out, WHY,
             Howe'er, I'll attempt, to get SOBER,
             By that month, called, SEPTOBER,
             Yet, it, too, like, a VAMPIRE, will FLY!

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

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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             My Wit and Wisdom, seem, reduced, to half,
             My brain needs washed! Ah, Yes! A Bubble-Bath;
             These zany topics drive me, mad,
             - Short trip; for which, I'm glad;
             My only reward: your reply, or, silent laugh!

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

[tv horror]

Double, double toil and trouble,
Goes the Baron's mind in a bubble,
Although squeaky clean,
There is still a chance of it being mean,
But in a nice way of course that goes double.

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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              There, once, was a VAMPIRE, from Scranton;
              Limericks, about Blood, were his constant rantin'!
              No ifs, ands, or, buts,
              Ev'ryone thought him nuts,
              Yet, he'd rhyme, with no time, for recantin'!

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

[long live kong]

There was a scientist with an audacious notion,
who created a miraculous and ingenious potion,
his uncanny home brew,
turned him see-through,
but filled him with arrogance, and twisted emotion.

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[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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         There, once, was a MUMMY, named, BOB,
         Who was, unfortunately, known, as a SLOB;
         Female MUMMIES avoid him,
         Since his bandages weren't trim...
         He was last seen, all wrapped up, in THE BLOB!

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

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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              There, once, was a WEREWOLF, named, FRED;
              Who woke, up, to find himself, DEAD;
              He reached, into his GULLET,
              &, extracted a SILVER BULLET,
              "Eureka! Now, I'm a RICH MAN!"  He SAID.

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

[BARON TIMOTHEUS BGG]

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         Moste Faire, is our WARNING: Irish Limericks Ahead,
         A UMA Topic, which hath, 25,976 times, been Read;
         We've adapted, quite, popularly, to this Plight,
         Ent'ring another season, o' Laughable Fright,
         In 24, our WEB o' SIGHTS, 26,000 Readers' brains hath Bled!

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

[long live kong]

In honor of your rhyming determination,
I defy my chronic, Limerick constipation,
and offer this rap,
albeit - rather crap,
with gibberish glee, and profound celebration!!!

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[Wicked Lester]

OK,I'm game again. I remember this as a poem back 40 years ago in one of my mags we could order as kids thru the school.

Crack that bone , break that head
Beat little brother , til he's dead.
Throw him in the oven and turn it to bake
Remember to make room for the fudge ripple cake
Poor little brother shore wuz sweet.
The best little brother we ever did eat.
The ONLY sour part wuz a big red blister.
Next month on X-mas we'll have little sister.

Pretty bizarre for a 1970? entry in a mag sold at a Catholic grammer school. But.... IIII like it and got in HUGE trouble when my P's found it.