Limericks with very strict rules ..... 88558

Comfort eating is what I do
And have done since the age of two

Comfort eating is what I do
And have done since the age of two
So I'm obese now

Comfort eating is what I do
And have done since the age of two
So I'm obese now
And cannot find love

Crazy...how does love rhyme with now?

Comfort eating is what I do
And have done since the age of two
So I'm obese now
I feel like a sow

Come on Juliet....spellings may not match but phonetically , they do rhyme, methinks ?

Comfort eating is what I do
And have done since the age of two
So I'm obese now
I feel like a sow
It’s time to give up all the goo.

I can’t see that ‘now’ rhymes with ‘love’

I can’t see that ‘now’ rhymes with ‘love’
But goodness me - heavens above!

I can’t see that ‘now’ rhymes with ‘love’
But goodness me - heavens above!
We do try our best

I can’t see that ‘now’ rhymes with ‘love’
But goodness me - heavens above!
We do try our best
And sometimes in jest

I can’t see that ‘now’ rhymes with ‘love’
But goodness me - heavens above!
We do try our best
And sometimes in jest
We get slapped on the wrist, somehow.

COVID has kept us active here

COVID has kept us active here
But I want to drink a cold beer

COVID has kept us active here
But I wanot to drink a cold beer
Get the glasses out

COVID has kept us active here
But I wanot to drink a cold beer
Get the glasses out
A half pint of stout

We get slapped on the wrist, somehow.

COVID has kept us active here
But I want to drink a cold beer
Get the glasses out
A half pint of stout
And poet's my brand new career

I also write prose like a dream

Wonder what happened to Miss Tree who set these strict rules in the first place

I also write prose like a dream
But I'm really not what I seem

-yes, where's Miss Tree-

I also write prose like a dream
But I'm really not what I seem
A closet Welsh Bard

I also write prose like a dream
But I'm really not what I seem
A closet Welsh Bard
Who finds rhyming hard

I also write prose like a dream
But I'm really not what I seem
A closet Welsh Bard
Who finds rhyming hard
Writes 'creme', instead of cream.

I must pry myself off this bed

Writes 'creme', instead of cream

I must pry myself off this bed
Jobs to do, so must get ahead

I must pry myself off this bed
Jobs to do, so must get ahead
Wait! It's Day of Rest

I must pry myself off this bed
Jobs to do, so must get ahead
Wait! It's Day of Rest
I'll wear my new vest,

I must pry myself off this bed
Jobs to do, so must get ahead
Wait! It's day of rest
I'll wear my new vest
And slob about, lazy instead.

But busy Brian from Boston

But busy Brian from Boston
Walked a path that he got lost on

But busy Brian from Boston
Walked a path that he got lost on
He wandered for days

But busy Brian from Boston
Walked a path that he got lost on
He wandered for days
Through glens and steep braes