The Brothers' Cookie Quest

Angus (L) and Malcolm Young, late 1960's

You cannot tell me that these guys never used the "who, us?" expression to their advantage

The Brothers' Cookie Quest

Tiring greatly of waiting for chow

Though he feared a foot to the brow

The elder of two brothers

Gave a boost to the other

To reach the cookies they were craving right now

~Wanda~

Prompts used:

Mad Kane's Limerick-Off

OTP Prompts (BROTP in this case)

Nervous Norvis' Café

Image Source

Ode to Nervous Norvis' Café

by

Trent Lane

Nervous Norvis has excellent taste

In coffee at his little place

Norvis’ caffeinated café

Will blow you away

Like a rocket heading for space

~Trent Lane~

S’up, Netherworld Caffeine addicts? I wanted to write this epic limerick to tell you about my boss, Nervous Norvis, ‘cause he’s totally rad.

Norvis is a thoroughly modern mummy. His pyramid sits right behind his café, cutting down on commute time. His backyard is just a few steps away, so he can take a quick break to tend to his little dog Pharaoh if the need arises.

Norvis sells only fair trade coffee, so you can feel good about catching your A.M. buzz. Or P.M. Whatever.

For unfortunate souls like The Cheesemeister who can’t drink caffeine, Norvis also has decaf. It doesn’t taste like frog piss, the way a lot of decaf does. Not that I actually, like, know what frog piss tastes like or anything. I just figure it probably tastes a lot like decaf coffee, you know.

So, like, what I’m saying is that even though work is a four letter word and stuff, working with Norvis actually doesn’t seem like work, so I don’t mind doing it. So come on down and let me make you a latte sometime. Or an espresso. Whatever.

Trent Lane

For

Encyclopedia Netherworld

A division of FOGNL/UNDEAD Media Services

And

Miskatonic University Netherworld

Cross-Posted to:

Encyclopedia Netherworld

Poetry of the Netherworld

Your rad reporter, working out a melody for my cool new lyrics

General Monger Pulls Rank

General Monger was proud of his rank

So he rolled into town in a tank

It really blew his mind

When he got a ticket and fine

For running down the ATM at the bank

~Tempest~

Sweet Tooth Trouble

A fellow who wore a disguise

Developed a craving for pies

When he got busted

His face with sugar was dusted

And the cops wouldn't buy his sweet lies

~The Cheese~

 

Just a Drag

Axe Man admires the Ladies at the Just a Drag Peep Show

 

Image from Ministry of Burlesque

 

Just a Drag

 

Axe Man was sneaking a peek

At some ladies so sexy and chic

Axe is a bit dumb and can't understand

How ladies so gorgeously glam

Could have such a broad-shouldered physique

 

~Adam Everhard~

 

Note: Axe Man is one of our longest-running characters from the Netherworld blogs. He's the Norwegian Nympho of the intergalactically popular death metal sensation, Death Cheese.

 

 



Snake N Bake

Snake N Bake

A woman encountered a snake

While in the process of making a cake

The bowl dropped with a clatter

Spilling all of the batter

Of which the snake did gladly partake

~Koni~

Overflow

The Cheese got into a fix

When driving to work from the sticks

Water rushed onto the road

Hitting like a full load

Of a semi truck filled brimful with bricks

~Cie~

Cross-posted to:

The Cheese Whines

Poetry of the Netherworld

Undead in the Netherworld

For those who don't know or couldn't guess, my other blogger name (besides The Real Cie) is Cie Cheesemeister, or Cheesy, the Cheese, or Cheesemeister.

The flood we experienced in the Boulder area was the result of several converging conditions resulting in rivers, creeks and streams rising and standing water becoming overwhelming in certain areas. We experienced as much rainfall in three days as we usually do in an entire year.

The cars that were in the parking garage at work were found to be crushed together in one corner, on top of each other.

If there is danger of flooding, never park in an underground garage.

When the water hit the health care facility on Wednesday night, workers had to push residents in wheel chairs across the court yard through up to three feet of water. I wasn't there on that night. I came in Thursday night, and if I had left later than I did, I might not have made it there. Judging by the wall of water that hit my car, there may have been a chance that I wouldn't have made it at all. It's a sobering thought.

The assisted living area, the lower level of health care, and part of the south wing of the independent facility will not be livable again any time in the near future. The upper level of health care is still without power.

There is a moldy smell pervading the entire south end of the building.

In the Southern end of the state, Manitou Springs is, for all intents and purposes, gone.

I got off easy.

I feel bad complaining about the degree of soreness that moving furniture around on Thursday night caused!

Here is some information on what a Hundred Year Flood is that you may find interesting.

Peace,

Cie

The Horse Thief

Durn nice headstone for a horse thief! Image found here.

A man did a dastardly deed

By stealing the old farmer's fine steed

The farmer's sharpshooter son

Came out with a gun

The horse thief has now gone to seed.

~Spectra~

The Skeleton In the Closet

 

A maid was working alone

When she was surprised by a man made of bone

Out of the closet he strode

Then walked down the road

To the Rainbow Alliance's home

 

~Spectra~

 

 

 

Born gay, follow the ray

Born straight, refuse to hate

 

 

 

Trapped!

Trapped!

 

This limerick harks to a serial that we are writing on Undead in the Netherworld.

 

Willy Darkstar was trying to find

A way to escape the egg where he was confined

T'was an unsavory spell

Which trapped him inside this hell

Where he was sure he'd go out of his mind

 

~Wanda~

 



Spooky's Hell Hound

 

The Spooky Guy went down to the pound

To pick himself up a nice hound

The beast was pure-bred in Hell

It gave off a sulphury smell

Making it damned unpleasant to have 'round

 

~Petra~

 



Rosy Sneezy Snowsy

 

Hi, I'm Rose, and this is my limerick about a rose and a nose and a woman.

 

A woman was holding a rose

A little too close to her nose

She sneezed, snuffled, and coughed

Made all the petals fall off

And drift to the ground like red snows

 

~Rose~

 

 

Gone Trippin'

 

Gone Trippin'

by

Illsa Gorrey

 

A fellow who frequently trips

With reality could not come to grips

He sought acid and shrooms

And opium blooms

To give day to day living the slips

 

~Illsa~

 

 

An Explosive Moment

An Explosive Moment in Art

An Artist was working on scenes

While eating a can of beans

The backdraft caught fire

Cause his lantern had a loose wire

Like a rocket he flew over the greens

~Lily~

Soggy's Stew

Soggy plays the pipes while his stew simmers

 

Soggy's Stew

by

Opal Zushaquon

 

A creature who frequently stews

Is certainly worthy of news

Soggy's his name

Cuisine is his game

He stirs the pot while playing the blues

 

Soggy, the Servitor of the Outer Gods, is the piper for the Universe's most famous band, Death Cheese.

 

~Opal~

 

 

Limerick-Off: Blow My Stack

 

Limerick-Off: Blow my Stack

by

Adam

 

Yosemite Sam was blowing his stack

He just couldn't keep it on track

Wherever he sailed, without fail

He was trailed by a whale

And his senses were beginning to crack

 

~Adam~

 

 

 

Ronnie Baker's Easter Woe

Image found here.

 

A fellow who liked to bake bread

Was filled with despair in his head

Too many orders he took

Without enough ovens to cook

All the Easter treats for customers live and Undead

 

~Aurora~

 

Golden Boy

Image found here.

 

A man who was terribly bold

Painted himself all in gold

Went to the nude beach

Which caused the ladies to screech

At his physique so fair to behold

 

~Faye~