Limerick Challenge

Earlier this fall, Knoxville's MetroPulse held a limerick contest that a friend challenged me to enter. I didn't enter the contest, but I did just stumble across the limericks I sent him in response to the challenge. It was fun to reread them as I've been missing Knoxville lately.

They primarily focus on music and drinking. For your reading pleasure:

there once was a lady in knoxvul
old records she bought by the boxful
the high lonesome sound
just followed her round
that music is probly unlawful.

there once was an old volunteer
who chased all of his moonshine with beer
but when carbon monoxide
sent popcorn to the far side
he hightailed it like old paul revere

in the rowdy young hamlet of knox
the time is not measured by clocks
it's measured in tears
and the number of years
since hank williams went out in a box

Here's a political one (completely out of my depth but I love the phrase "bronx cheer"):

while climbing atop of the sunsphere
glenn reynolds delivered a bronx cheer
the liberals hollered
"hey, we'll get you collared!
a few of us actually live here."