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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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Read The Meaning of Liff
Then ordered a big Ulster fry
[Raak] Nothing to do with me, thankfully, although I have thought for some time that there is an ..erm .. impostering intent :-)
It's about time I made out my will
"I, being of sound mind and not ill, [Chalky] Naaah, you're as different as chalk and, err.... chast.
Do hereby bequeath
The air that I breathe
Will go to him who invented the pill [Raak] Nope, Chalky is the chaste one, I am just Chasty!
She said in a whispering voice:
"Are you sure that you've made the right choice?"
"That Big Mac and fries"
"Will go straight on your thighs"
But your bum don't look fat, so rejoice
There once, down a summery lane,
Walked Mr. Rochester with Jane
They happened upon
A two-headed swan
Just an image in Bertha M:s brain....? (from the novel Jane Eyre?)
While wiring a 'lectrical plug
For my Namco coin-op Dig Dug
I confused brown and blue
With sparks the fuse blew
And the acrid smoke caused such a fug
When using a figure of speech
Let your grasp not fall short of your reach
For a metaphor can
Fail completely to span
A broad intellectual breach
There's a lot of words ending with "-ough"
Such as "borough", "slough" and "trough"
There is also "through"
That, between me and you,
Sounds rough if you've got a bad cough
On the eve of the spectre's high noon
I was just getting ready to moon
The alignments were right
My pants were quite tight
But I panicked and dropped them too soon
We are all gathered here to remember
That tomorrow shall be November
But meanwhile, beware
Of the Halloween scare
And lock yourself up 'til December
There was a young chap from Belgrade
Whose outlook on life was quite staid
He liked to lie down
In his wife's wedding gown
He claimed, when the cops did a raid.
At weekends this place goes quite dead
When to other websites its members have sped
But on Monday morn
With nary a yawn
They scuttle from whence they had fled. Yes, I was away this weekend. Was it quiet?
By the shores of the Bay of Bengal
sat a woman, dressed in a pink shawl
Pashmina 'twas not
(They're far, far too hot)
But beneath she was dressed in f*ck all
The good folk of Shipston-on-Stour (Softers) I say, old chap. :-)
Shout "F'Tang!", every hour, on the hour
The bad folk, however
Whatever the weather
Shout "Arse" with a withering glower
As I staggered my way up the Kyber
[Oops, add aitches to taste]
(For I was a devoted imbiber)
I took a good swig (Darren) That's because Beeching shut the branch line. Bastard!
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