At the Belleville, IL DYC this past saturday, Oddwalk unveiled a new song in honor of St. Patrick’s day, “The Oddwalk Limerick Song.” Between the sing-a-long refrains there were some general and some specific-to-the-occasion verses that read a little like this:
A macho young swimmer named Dwyer
He really liked playing with fire.
One night in the dark
He swam with a shark,
And his voice is now two octaves higher.
An elderly man named Keith
Mislaid his set of false teeth.
They’d been laid on a chair,
He forgot they were there,
Sat down, and was bitten beneath.
There was a young man from Japan
Whose limericks never would scan.
When they asked why,
He said, with a sigh,
“It’s because I always try to get as many words into the last line as I possible can.”
SHANNON:
Orin thinks he’s so cool.
His keytar makes everyone drool.
But I know it’s folly,
He still sleeps with his dolly,
And wears floaties when he’s in the pool.
ORIN:
Sometimes Shannon’s voice makes me ill
And grates like a dentist’s old drill.
But the people all long
For the gorilla song,
SHANNON:
Hey, whatever pays the bills.
ORIN:
Brad and Gene sure like to juggle.
But gravity’s always a struggle.
Their act is a hoot,
And they’re both really cute,
So —-
SHANNON:
Orin, don’t end this last line with “snuggle!”
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