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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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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!
Of my syrup of fig
And OD'd on dietary fibre
I do like a bit of scatology
A component part of biology
Using mask and a glove
And a bit of a shove
You'll succeed if you know physiology
There once was a man who liked pork
He'd dig into chops with a fork
And swallow them whole
'Til such greed took its toll
And a pig plugged his arse like a cork
If you eat too much meat please beware
Of the fate that befell Red Adair
The lard in his veins
Caused cardiac strains Actually, he lived to be 89
That gave him and his mum quite a scare
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