There once was an old “man” named Finnegan
Who cried “when'll you let me in again”
To Gardentown I mean
I won’t make a scene!
I just want to join in beenie limerickin'!"

 
There once was a beenie named §hirl,
With freckles, red hair, and curls.
Her wit is charming,
Her laughter disarming,
She's a wonderful Irish girl.
(Poppy - November 26, 1999)
There once was a beenie called Sandy
In the kitchen she just wasn't handy
So she broke her oven
Talked ten to the dozen
And fed all her guests on candy!
(Chris - November 25, 1999)
There once was a beenie named Rio,
Who was very helpful to me-o,
I got on ICQ,
Figured e-mail out too,
And got seeds in the mail, you see-o.
(Poppy - November 26, 1999)
There once was a beenie called Nora
Whose buddies just seemed to adore her
She travelled the globe
Met folks by the load
Now she's "Nora the GT explorer"!
(Chris - November 25, 1999)
There once was a beenie named Tamarack
Humour he certainly did'nt lack
He could train a pet fly
Send it high in the sky
And Mercury came when he called him back.
(Eirl - November 26, 1999)
At the Cafe you'll sometimes find Weezer,
Who really isn't a geezer,
She is plenty of fun,
And she has a small son,
And a goat that she calls Ebeneezer.
(Poppy - November 26, 1999)
There once was a fellow named Busch,
Who liked to sit on his tush,
And chat with his Mac,
As quick as a tack,
Until someone finally yelled "Shush!"
(Poppy - November 26, 1999)
At the 'Zebo you'll find Chris UK,
With poems, she jumps into the fray,
She started the Folly,
To keep us all jolly,
And to brighten a dreary Friday.
(Poppy - November 26, 1999)
Now these limericks all have been fun,
But I really have to run,
If I can't stop soon,
I'm outta this room,
Or else I'm getting the gun. 
(Poppy - November 26, 1999)
There once was a Beenie named judiz,
whose gardening prowess equated to royalty.
For titles she doesn't care 
As long as we are there,
To share friendships, knowledge and poetry.
(Anne(OH) - November 26, 1999)
There once lived a woman named Deertracks
Who pulled limericks out of her backpack
She rhymed them quite well
Of that I could tell
And we applauded her efforts with a clap-clap!
:)
(Tina - November 26, 1999)
There once was a beenie named Kate T.
She spent all her weekends in the Army.
Instead of wearing GI boot,beg your pardon,
this sweet blonde would much rather garden,
and in her spare time, she'll write a mystery.
(Deertracks (CA) - November 26, 1999)
There once was a Beenie named JoanM,
Who didn't do things on a whim.
She's a Maine-ah, I tell ya
Of wry wit and good sense,
But aquarium challenges we want on film!
(Anne(OH) - November 26, 1999)
There once was a Beenie named Anne Oh,
whose horses and Rotties she loves ya know.
She's quick with wit,
her poems won't quit,
And her friendship never ceases to flow.
(Deertracks (CA) - November 26, 1999)
There once was a joker named Deertracks,
Who tried every night to get more snacks,
Chocolate, and fudge,
It took a great nudge,
To get Deertracks back on the diet tracks.
(Poppy - November 26, 1999)
There once were some felines on my farm,
Omitted from a limerick, quite alarmed...
They chomped down with force,
On canned cat food, of course!
And the mice population's without harm.
(Anne(OH) - November 26),
There once was a woman who was catless,
not even possessing one that went hatless.
Giving them nary a smile,
now she'd give them a mile,
if only the cats would make her mouseless.
(Deertracks (CA) - November 26, 1999)
There once was a Beenie named Glennis,
Her writing was akin to a zenith.
In imagainary phrase,
she could not behave,
So her thoughts often ran quite amiss!
(Anne(OH) on November 26, 1999)
There was a Beenie named Glennis
Whose house was always a mess
Because she was zeboing
Instead of cleaning
And causing her husband distress
(Glennis - November 26, 1999)
There once was a beenie named Glennis
Who created the poetry of a goddess
She penned and she rhymed
She had a good time
So who cares if her house was a mess?
(Tina - November 27, 1999)
Here's my tribute to the kween, JudiZ
Even though she's prolly still in bed.
She's witty and she's smart
she has a whoppin' big heart
And her guests leave her house, well fed.
(nora - November 27, 1999)
Thar's a gal down from ol' Oklahoma way
that I ain't heard from in many a day
Whar is that Vera?
I wanna hear ya
Say "Hey, ya'll have a nice day."
(nora - November 27, 1999)
There once was a gal named Plantlady
Who liked her friends a tad shady.
She'd yell "Coochi Coochi!!!"
Who's next for a Margahoochie?
"Not me" sez I, 'cos I'm a *expletive deleted* lady.
(nora - November 27, 1999)
There once was a sweet gal from Illinois
who loved to chat with the boys
Connie also liked shopping
could shop without stopping
For her grandbabies, lots of really great toys.
(nora - November 27, 1999)
a.g. has a short little name you see 
it's because she's tiny and wee 
she can Target them carts 
better than Walmart's 
and she can fit in the palm of a bee.
(nora - November 27, 1999)
There once was a beenie named Cindy
Who would walk every day even though windy
And when she got home
She'd garden cook clean or sew
Making the rest of us feel so unhandy
(Brit transplant - November 27, 1999)
There is a fair beenie named Sheebee,
Who went out on a cruise with her Heebee.
The waves tossed her about,
She got sick and found out
That she certainly isn't a Sea-bee!
(SandyWI - November 27, 1999)
There is now a beenie named Marsha
I'm proud to know her by gosha
She knows much about gardens
Is bright, kind and unhardened
Hope she's not in the rain, awasha
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)
There is now a beenie named Tina
With both technical and artistic demeanor
To spend time being with her
Is always interesting, for sure
Too long are our visits, betweena
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)
There is now a beenie named Gayla
Of accounting help she'll avail ya
She lives and works in two states
Knows of plant habits and interest rates
Garden bandits she's auctioned for salea.
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)
There is now a beenie named Lauren
She's witty and wry, never boring
She works on highways and bridges
Lives high where they're ridges
It's certain around her you're not snoring.
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)
There is now a beenie named Evonne
Off to Mexico, she soon will be gone
She and her mister love their cats
One even catches balls, which she bats
She reads lotsa books and is rarely alone
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)
There is now a beenie named Monica
She loves fuchsias and more flora and fauna
Her driving's unusual, she's directionally challenged
Somehow she keeps garden, pets and children all balanced
Hope more of Gazebo we'll see her onica.
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)
There is now a beenie named C Cauli
Who lives on an island and is not sorry
To work long and work hard
And return to her sister, dogs and yard
She's a redhead and wild, by golly
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)

 
There is now a beenie named Juline
Pretty-eyed and long hair all asheen
Her mom's a beenie too
Known as Patpoint to me and you
They're both joyful and good to be seen
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)
There is now a frog lovin lady
Who lives near a lake in the shady
With her lord, on that hill
Her big gardens they till
She's my pal and I miss her like cwazy.
(gdngfool - November 28, 1999)

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