I know a Christ-biker named ZekeHe always displays Harley ChicIn the old days he shaved(Before he got saved)And he was a bowtie-chic-geek
After Turkey Day at Bruce Wayne'sRobin was having stomach painsSo curious, they lookedBecause Joker had cookedBatman's dead parents' remains.... I've never done one before.-Joey
I know a guy from the theaterDanced with a monkey like DieterA contest he's havingOn Limerick craftingThe Drummer, I'll surely beat her!
Just to explain.. the Drummer and I are SuperFriends!
There once was a pastor named ShaneWho had a theological brainHe tells us of JesusWhose sacrifice frees usBut Shane's rhymes about Him are all lameKisses, Courtney Buck
There was a hero named Flash,Who was always involved in a clash,He'd run here and there,Disappearing in thin air,But his speed always gave him a rash.
For the record, Mrs. Buck, the limerick was about Gobbler, not Jesus. The fact that he threw feces at bikers for Jesus is what makes him so very villainous. If they were Hell's Angels, they would find no sympathy here!
The littlest Super Friend, the monkey named GleekHis yellow unitard and cape were rather chicBut outside he wentWhen he embarrassed Clark KentBy running the Hall of Justice streaka
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