Hope you’re enjoying these Aggie Limericks. They’re fun and easy to write. I should be in Arizona when you read this. I’ll probably start writing about our adventure’s in the Valley of the Sun by next week. No promises. So, on with the limericks.
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A young farm lass named Bright,
Whose speed was much faster than light.
Went out on a date
(in a relative way)
And came home the previoua night.
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And old sheep shearer names Sinclair.
Claimed “I’m the fastest at this year’s fair.”
And, to validate his claim
To his sheep-shearing fame.
At all times kept one fleece in the air.
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A vain ranch lady names “Toots.”
Had her face lifted by a surgeon names Shutes.
Shutes said, “I’ve great news.
There’s skin enough, if you choose.
To make a nice custom pair of ‘Toots’ Boots.””
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An energetic young sawyer named Pauling
Wields a chainsaw for his life’s calling.
He’ll fire up his Stihl,
And by a tree trunk he’ll kneel,
And cord the tree up while it was falling.
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An insensitive cow buyer names Minge
Would go on a cow buying binge,
He’s skin you out of your stock,
Right down to your socks.
And his conscience felt nary a twinge.
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A hardworking iron worker from Duluth,
Got drunk every day on Vermouth.
He’d say “This I know.
That I’ve got bad B.O.
But I hope you don’t think me uncouth.”
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A magnanimous farmer named Kapers.
Managed poorly his farm and his labors.
Rationalizing, he’s say,
“Don’t worry. It’s okay.
It brings joy to my gossipy neighbors.”
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An FFA Greenhand named Wilbur McCetrums
Thought this smart remark one of his best ones,
Told his teachers, “I’m sure, sirs,
I’ve got all of the answers.
If you’ll test me with all the right questions.”
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An inept bull fighter named Slight
Got trampled by the bull every night.
Told his agent, “I’m hurt,
And what don’t hurt, doesn’t work
I’m afraid this ain’t Slight’s night to fight.”
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Strange things happen on rural roads. A hired man wuz driving his boss’s truck load of grain to the elevator. He wuz speeding and got pulled over by a friendly deputy sheriff.
The deputy asked to see the hired man’s driver’s license, to which he retorted sharply, “I wish you policemen would get your act together. Just yesterday another policeman took my license away and now today you expect me to show it to you.”
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Self-driving cars scare me. Here’s a story why: A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the Kansas Turnpike. Glancind at the car as he passed, he could see that the lady in the car wuz knitting — obviously using both hands.
He turned on his flashing lights and siren, but the knitter just kept on knitting. So, he pulled up real close to her driver’s side window, got out his manual bullhorn and shouted as loud as he could, “Pull over.”
The startled lady rolled down the window and replied, “It is not. It’s a scarf.”
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Time for my timeless words of wisdom for the week. Always be yourself. Those that matter don’t mind and those that mind don’t matter. Have a good ‘un.
