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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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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
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