Confessions of a Liberal Puritan

Just wasting time until the holy hour comes 'round at last, here are a few really rotten and inane limericks related to AtS/BtVS. [new icon added courtesy of behindblue_eyes]

The inane . . .

Angel's misdeeds were gruesome and scary,
And his love-life is currently 'hairy',
But his talent for guilt
Over blood that's been spilt
Doesn't stop him from trying to sing ‘Barry.’
[Manilow, that is]

The slightly slashy . . .

Angel's passion for Spike is so grievous,
That old softy just cannot deceive us!
Though the gruffness and jibes
Try to hide lustful vibes,
We know this ain't 'Butthead and Beavis'!


Or, in honor of missmurchison’s SpikeCary community and fanfic challenge, . . .


Cary Grant had looks, charm, and humor,
(and Sophia Loren, goes the rumor!).
But with his forehead so smooth,
and no fang for his tooth . . .
Perhaps he was just a late-bloomer?


And two limericks which are loosely based on and slightly spoilery in relation to AtS 5.18 "Origin" (one playing off of something Illyria said, and one dealing with the idea that being attracted to older women is something that transcends mere memory and experience).

“I'd like to keep Spike as my pet,"
Said the chick in the leather corset.
But “She must stand in line,”
Warn the fans feminine,
“Or her rudeness we'll make her regret!”

There once was a hero named Connor.
His father he just couldn’t honor.
But his love for his ‘mom’
Had the strength of a bomb,
And for older gals, he’s still a goner.