A Few Retiree Limericks

Ahhh...now let's all sit back and listen to a few limericks of our retirees by our resident Limerick Fairy (Don't even think about making a comment!)

There once was a retiree named Loma Who was built like a light named Noma The peanut butter was spread Without the pleasure of any bread Poor Bill almost went into a coma		Tom Lebert was a fine Liberal He considered himself an electoral As he sat down to vote He voted on a municipal note And considered himself quite mayoral
A fine fellow retiree named Dann Was classified as a fine fire man He jumped on the hose Fell flat on his nose Now poor Dann is considered a stunt man		A new retired fellow named Greg Noticed one day he had a bowed leg He said in a mutter My heart’s in a flutter Pass the pencils: I need to beg
A retiree by the name of Tim Opted out of a trip to the gym Consuming beans to lose extra pounds And surprised by new vibrant sounds Tim’s wind can now play a hymn		There once was a gal named Karen Who loved the sound of the siren She hailed from the Isle of P.I Was an expert at the art of Private Eye Now she is tracking a Heron
A retiree by the name of Martin Gathered all of his stuff in a carton Working fire prevention he said Caused him so much darned dread That on the floor he would be startin’		An old retiree named Al Was sure he was everyone’s pal He retired as Assistant Chief But caused so much unnecessary grief That poor Al was put out to corral
The retiree by the name of Ron Would often take naps on his lawn Decided to give his technique a whirl He nicknamed it the Trofin Curl Challenge was chairs and try to stay on		An old retiree named Stroud Everyone knew he was rather proud He watched so much TV It was plain for everyone to see That he resided in somewhat of a cloud (Hey .. they're not always classics! You try and make up a limerick!!!)
There once was a retiree named Arpan To Headquarters apparatus floor he ran Trying to catch the descending door His judgment was rather poor Jim’s broken leg was never the plan		There once was a retiree named Vernes Who over the years had a few burns He’d itch and he’d scratch Sat at the hall waiting for a dispatch And discovered the law of diminishing returns