[Marnanel Thurman]

This has probably been done before, but the tailgaters idea put me in mind of rewriting famous poetry as limericks.

I paused in my walking, for-- hark!
A cry from a house near the park.
I guess that I might
be acquainted with night.
I do have to stress that it's dark.

Those plums were your breakfast? Well, bummer.
They've been in the ice-box all summer.
They've gone down the drain
but they've blocked it again,
so you should be glad I'm a plum-er.

A man owns this sycamore tree;
His house is too distant to see
me breaking my course
and confusing my horse.
But dammit, I needed to pee.