On the Occasion of the Ice Storm
This post is a little on the lighter side of things. I was inspired to write a few original limericks. They are not of the caliber of the previous posts, but maybe they will provide a chuckle. Enjoy.
There once was an ice storm in Greenville
It came down so much that the trees fell.
All the power lines broke,
And Duke Power’s a joke.
Six days with no light but a candle.
The roads on that day were not nice,
And the steps to my house were solid ice.
Five steps left; that’s all,
On my butt I did fall.
Good thing swearing has never been a vice.
I can’t spend the night in my apartment.
Too cold to be fit for a tenant.
How cold? Nobody knows.
But the toilet-water’s froze.
At least I can stay with my parents.
--Vivere Christus
There once was an ice storm in Greenville
It came down so much that the trees fell.
All the power lines broke,
And Duke Power’s a joke.
Six days with no light but a candle.
The roads on that day were not nice,
And the steps to my house were solid ice.
Five steps left; that’s all,
On my butt I did fall.
Good thing swearing has never been a vice.
I can’t spend the night in my apartment.
Too cold to be fit for a tenant.
How cold? Nobody knows.
But the toilet-water’s froze.
At least I can stay with my parents.
--Vivere Christus
posted by Christopher M. White | 9:30 AM
2 Comments:
well put, I enjoyed your presence at my homstead, until 12/31/05 happy trails! keep it ethnic
that is a hilarious poem. that is great. that gave me a good laugh. i feel bad because my family never lost power. i feel really bad that i had power all along but you guys had it off for so long. that must have rotted.
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