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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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irach
Sped away from Wile E.'s fast jeep
(An Acme Brand Mail order jeep, of course)
Quendalon
He ran over thin air
Software
Using some Acme affair
Darren
A plot device which made me weep
irach
As I think back on Tom and on Jerry
Tuj
And how their ant
i
cs made me merry
Kim
I find, on reflection
Darren
I've lost all affection
Rosie
So have I gone grumpy? Yes, very.
Simons Mith
The thing about Samurai Jack
[Brilliant cartoon, highly recommended[
Quendalon
Is that when he'd prepare to attack
Marc
He could not find his sword
Raak
For he couldn't afford
irach
A vorpal that went snicker-snack
Quendalon
When the wind blows from north by northwest
Raak
I always get very depressed
Marc
As the low-pressures form
Software
Is nowt but a yawn
dodgy, I know
Rosie
'Xcept to forecasters, whom all detest.
Dodgy???? Crap more like. ©
H. Laurie.
I dunno, man of your calibre. ©
A A Hancock.
Marc
Just close your blue eyes and you’ll see
Software
That everything's as dark as can be
Quendalon
For it seems that the sun
Rosie
(Without which we're done)
Darren
Is no longer shining for free
Tuj
Has Rupert Murdoch bought the sun to go with the newspaper of the same name then?
Rosie
That's a good idea - a bonfire of his penny dreadfuls with him as the guy.
Kim
I've just bought some shares in the sun
Raak
With a lottery prize that I won
Quendalon
It's a hot property
Software
Close by the sea
Rosie
Which has vapourised. I've been done.
Quendalon
There's a barbecue stand in the South
irach
Whose ribs will just melt in your mouth
Rosie
'Cos they're made of toffee
Marc
And Polonium coffee
Juxtapose
(A thticky thurprithe for your thpouthe)
Software
The frenzy of Christmas has started
irach
A mob to old Harrod's has darted
Rosie
They'll empty their pockets
Santa
On Gadgets and Sprockets
Juxtapose
I pers'nally think it's retarded
Rosie
The weather's so mild it's absurd
Marc
Summer 06 last time it occurred
(1906!)
Raak
The birds think it's spring
irach
I just heard a lark sing
Anna
And then it flew off – just left a big turd
Chalky
My cat has a habit I hate
irach
She insists on licking my plate
Rosie
So I'd better feed 'er
Tuj
To my golden retriever
Marc
She’ll come out as a hairball, just wait
Rosie
Whilst weaving a tissue of lies
Software
I put on a falsified guise
Guido Fawkes
like changing your name
Raak
To divert the blame
Marc
to those who can take the surprise
Marc
"Dear Sir, I am not one of
those !
",
Software
It's just the way that I pose
irach
True, my clothing is scanty
Rosie
And what's more I'm anti-
Anna
panty, so please Sir take off
all
your clothes
Ye Olde Gong Farmer
Whilst picking my nose I did find
Hanky
Puckoon
a bogie that did bring to mind
-
YOGF
down hill as usual I see...
Sir Joseph Bazalgette
the meaning of life
irach
And my lack of a wife
Raak
And the taste of well-chewed bacon rind.
Marc
Smoked Reindeer filet is not bad
- (http://rudolf.moonestates.com/)
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