mc5 - The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated

or perhaps, "nadge my toes"

Phil

Or "nobody knows"

That I normally crap in the sink.

I've bought myself a winter coat true

It's made of weasel, fox, and stoat I think we've just invented the iambic limerick. Lines of 4, 4, 2, 2, and 4 feet and the usual rhyme scheme.

It's wholly organic

So no need to panic

The collar is made from the arse of a goat Adding a few syllables as a reasonable compensation

The good folk of Accrington, Lancs

Were often mistaken for cranks

They spun round and round

With a murmuring sound

As their only football team tanks

This island is home for the night

Although it's a quite gruesome sight

The ferry has sailed

The banshee has wailed

And I'm stuck on the Isle of Wight.

There's a rumour that's doing the rounds

Projoy

That my head makes peculiar sounds

That's 'cos it's hollow

CdM

And so, when I swallow,

Simons Mith

There's a noise like the baying of hounds

I have heard there's dog on the moon

Whose bowl is in fact a spittoon

His kennel's a crater

Around the equator

Chalky

His cries won't be heard 'til next June

I hope that my bonfire will light

So I can fry bangers all night

With a can of cold beer

Projoy

I shall quote lines from Lear

Juxtapose

"O, thou side-piercing sight!"

Giertrud

"Guaranteed from boot-to-bonnet!"

That's Clarkson's first go at a sonnet

Phil

It could have been worse

If he pictured a hearse

With luck he could have be on it

I awoke to a fine morning sight

Projoy

Of the hay in my barn set alight

The insurance will pay

Phil

For my next holiday

Due in just a fortnight

I simply don't know how to start

My new sixteen horsepower go-kart

Simons Mith

I yanked on this string