Daily Dirty Limerick

There once was a flag, so renowned,
In its colors, the nation’s flag found.
But ask if it waves
For new states or graves,
For the traitors, history’s profound.

On Fuji, limits now imposed,
To curb the trash, dead bodies enclosed.
No more reckless climbs,
In those heavenly chimes,
A summit without filth, now proposed.

The science of the sun, what a sight,
Advancing each day, shining bright.
With fusion, it’s in luck,
Evolution’s grand fuck,
In its radiance, worlds take flight!

Yoga class with pigs, quite a sight,
Amidst snorts, they stretch left and right.
With oinks as their song,
They all stretch along,
Finding zen in the piggy delight!

In Thailand, a town in dismay,
Marauding monkeys causing fray.
Lock them up, send away,
That’s the plan for this day,
Hoping peace returns without delay!

Borg drink, a concoction so dire,
More lethal than Borg, I’ll inquire.
With each sip, a threat,
A perilous bet,
In its grip, no one dares to aspire!

Through the forest the ambulance sped,
To aid where help was most needed.
But alas, in the night,
A moose crossed its flight,
A collision of fate, where sorrow is spread.

Ed Dwight, in space he did roam,
At his age, an astral milestone.
With each orbit he’d chase,
In the vastness of space,
Proving dreams have no limit or zone!

In Oakland, a city of might,
Stoplights vanished into the night.
For copper they yearned,
So, stop signs returned,
A twist in the theft’s eerie light!

Taylor’s hat, so chic and so grand,
At auction, it finds a new hand.
For twenty-two grand,
It’s quite a demand,
In fashion’s domain, it takes a stand!