While I was sitting in a meeting today (errr), I wrote some limericks about a friend of mine.
There once was a man named Wylie
Who loved to listen to Miley.
He saw her acting in a flick,
And started to get sick,
And told Katy he was feeling “bile-ly”.
I once knew a guy named Mike
Who said “Cheerio” and “Oh Crike!”.
He fancied himself from Wales
He loved to visit their jails,
And rode around town on a bike.
And finally, about Mike W-
He was sad, with no one to blubber to.
He remembered when he was a kid,
I’ll tell you just what he did.
He sat down and ate lots of rubber glue.