I first published this one over a year ago, so you might not remember it.
In his home on the outskirts of town,
Lived inventor of world-class renown,
In his fields scientific,
With his exploits prolific,
Such a pity he burned the place down.
The Mad Professor
Mister Bump 
Great Limerick, how do you come up with them?
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It’s just counting, nothing special. It’s surprising how many people try ’em and get the beat wrong. It seems trivial to me, but maybe it’s harder for others?
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I can’t get the rhyming
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Just think of a famous limerick and use it as a template.
But I kinda know what you mean – I felt the same jumping into the “iambic pentameter” groove the other week.
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I might give it a go 😊
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😂 (again!)
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thanks, again.
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It’s a burning theme this week 😂😁
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🤣 An old flame!
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😂😂nice one!!
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😂
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I’m on fire!
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Light your fuse!!!😂😂😁
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lol. Better to burn the outskirts than the petticoats.
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heehee. My mother used to wear about 6 layers of undergarments, reminded me of her.
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😀
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Better to burn out than fade away?
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heehee
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Cute one. Reminds me of that “Back to the Future” guy.
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When I posted this originally, his image was the graphic I used!
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