Our shadows thrown long on the wall
Down alleys we criminals crawl
For dollars and sex
we stick out our necks
Through traps we will finally fall.
I build my gallows high, baby. Welcome to NovemberNoir, a month-long celebration of the dark, the damned, and the downright despicable. Don't worry horror hounds, Vincent Price will be creeping back in December. Images: I Confess (1953); Moonrise (1948).
Welcome to LimerWrecks, a more funny than filthy take on the humble limerick. Our focus is on film, but we've written rhymes about almost everything. Use the search bar above or the labels list below to find limericks by word or subject matter.
And yes, there are LOTS and LOTS of SPOILERS!! WARNING! WARNING!
The images on this blog, from films as well as other sources, may be subject to copyright. We don't own the films, we just love them and want to promote them.
Countdown to Halloween 2012...in limericks!
Halloween 2012 is long over, but our five-lined Frankenstein fun-fest lives on, restored to life on 1/25/2013.
The Weak and the Wicked
LimerWrecks is Limericks
This is a blog of limericks. What we have here are limericks -- lots and lots of limericks. I said limericks. Limericks, limericks, limericks. Plus limericks. In short, LimerWrecks is all about the limericks. And, if you act NOW, you'll get more limericks!
We started our centennial tribute to Vincent Price on May 17, 2011, here. This monster marathon was our part in the annual Countdown to Halloween. It crawled along until it breathed its last on March 17, 2012.
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