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Lesson Plan 2 – Limericks

Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious.

But existing is basically all I do! We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Tell them I hate them. You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.

It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food.

Noooooo!

And remember, don’t do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don’t not do it! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit!

  1. Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault!
  2. There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors!
  3. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM!

No. We’re on the top.

It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.”

  • Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat.
  • Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault!
  • Son, as your lawyer, I declare y’all are in a 12-piece bucket o’ trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin’ up that ol’ mess you caused.

I wish! It’s a nickel. You’re going to do his laundry? Okay, I like a challenge. Bite my shiny metal ass.

You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit! Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?

Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.

Large bet on myself in round one. Say it in Russian! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day.

You lived before you met me?! Ummm…to eBay? Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men.

OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Shut up and take my money! That’s not soon enough! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be… You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM!

Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? Ow, my spirit! A true inspiration for the children. Moving along… The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep.

Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. What are their names? Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first.

OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.”

My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy.

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