The sign said that one cannot swim,
But the chances of that were quite slim.
It looked like pea soup,
But the color of poop,
To swim up Shit Creek you'd have to be dim.
Shit Creek [Limerick]
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A parachutist from Czech Republic
never ever did have too much luck.
He dodged a tall spire,
bounced off a high wire,
hit a wall and knocked loose some pub bricks.
There was a young man from South Korea
who was prone to verbal diarrhea.
“But better that kind
than from the behind,”
Said that fast-talking lad from Korea.
There was a wise pot seller in Thailand
whose customers always claimed to be scammed.
You see, he sold metal pots –
Ganja varietals, not –
but he truly had the strongest pot in the land.
There once was a man from Austria
prone to coffee house nausea.
“Our cafés are held dear,
but I can’t go near…”
said that lonely, skinny man of Austria.
There was a Bedouin from the UAE
who never in his life had seen a tree.
Walking through lands
of endless sands,
he had nothing to hide behind to take a pee.
There was a Cambodian archaeologist
who dug up temples in jungles – get the gist.
But one day his dig,
under a Strangler Fig,
got him strangled… or so claimed the botanist.
There was a sweet girl from the Netherlands
who worried the hard rains might never end.
When street became moat,
She traded bike for boat.
At canal-surfing she became a veteran.
There was a young monk from Mongolia
Who loved Buddhism’s peace, but was only a
little bit dismayed
to long for the days –
When Mongols ruled from Okhotsk to Anatolia.
There was a philosopher from the USA
Who was always charging into the fray.
He’d take either side --
Go deep or go wide --
So long as said fray didn’t come to gunplay.