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Hoss wrote:
> OK, here goes for the groaners.
>
> My dear lady tends to be the poet, so I told here about the limerick
> here. When I do something, it is all out. Some call me possessed, I
> say "focused". Nonetheless, I have taken winemaking as a new hobby, I
> love this forum, Jack's website, and I am reading Lum's book too.
> This being said, winemaking, fruit harvesting, equipment, etc. tend to
> be overtaking my house and time.
>
> Here come some limericks from the better half. (feel the chagrin!)
> Her name is Debbie if someone wants a shot....
>
> Grape season is upon us
> Fermentation is a MUST
> Oh god what a smell
> I'm living in yeast hell
> But soon I'll drink till I Bust!
>
> Once again its that time of year
> Fruit trees are bearing far and near
> Buckets of melon and more
> Scattered all over the floor
> And I'm wishing that winter were here
>
> There once was a man named Chuck
> Who was tired of drinking Cold Duck
> So to make he did try
> Some red, blush, and dry
> In case he was down on his luck!
> (my brother and I call each other Chuck, long story don't ask)
>
> He wanted to try something new
> To make his own brand of Brew
> The nature of the beast
> Fermenting on yeast
> And Patience known only to Few!
>
> There once was a man named Greg
> Who wanted his wine by the Keg
> Now at home he does cry
> For all the things he did buy
> That cost him an arm and a leg!
>
> Greg,
> Erie, PA
>
> On 27 Aug 2004 15:00:20 -0700, (Reticulum)
> wrote:
>
> >There was a young vintner named Moe,
> > Who took his best bottle to Show,
> > It was red like a claret,
> > But smelt like a parrot,
> > And tasted like ****-yellow snow.
There once was a guy named Murray
who found out in quite a short hurry
that his limericks really suck especially at the end.
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