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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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True, my clothing is scanty
And what's more I'm anti-
panty, so please Sir take off all your clothes
Whilst picking my nose I did find Hanky
a bogie that did bring to mind - YOGF down hill as usual I see...
the meaning of life
And my lack of a wife
And the taste of well-chewed bacon rind.
Smoked Reindeer filet is not bad - (http://rudolf.moonestates.com/)
If it's Rudolph's though, its quite sad
Although I suppose
If it's made from what glows
To eat it at all would be mad. Polonium. Yummy!
Last time Rudolph powdered his nose,
He used polonium, so now it glows
So don't stand too close Weird rhythm, this one.
Or else your ten toes
May fall off, from a terminal dose.
At Christmas, we stop drinking Coke
Our licence to burp we revoke
Off licence, we drink
by the glass load we sink
Of eggnogs and beer ‘til we choke
The great poetaster revolt
It cannot go on. Call a halt.
Write of feelings sublime
About justice and crime
Or I'll pull and then fire my Colt
There was a young lad from St Erth
Who had a remarkable girth
His circumference showed
He bore a huge load
As if he was set to give birth
At last the new year has arrived
We awake, somewhat bleary eyed
Avoid the first-footers
Repel all crazed looters
Ensure superstition’s survived Enjoying a tasty New Years dish of Black-Eyed Peas! http://southernfood.about.com/library/weekly/aa123198.htm
Make a new resolution each day!
For example: "I plan to turn gay"
Or "Won't fart in bed"
"Pick my nose or see red"
Or "Finish dead limericks", say.
Attendance is starting to wane
We suffer continuous brain-drain
But its not all bad Clunky scansion there, Marc
Count your blessings; be glad
Of our rich verbal legerdemain.
With savoir faire, skill and panache
My boiled potatoes I mash
I'll fry eggs with flair
My souffle floats on air
And my scansion could best be described as a car crash.
There's no way to cheat in this game
The Scansion Police have your name
So please to the line
As we try to refine
It so all of the verse sounds the same
Neuroses I've had in my time
Include one that's a capital crime
but the one that is worst
Involves carnal thirst
For all living things maritime.
An orangey gusset and hem
While out on a date with a squid
So much for preview mode then! Sorry Projoy. And rab, for that matter.
Mine can wait.
An orangey gusset and hem
Makes me feel truly Lib Dem
So I'll stick to the middle
Trying solving this riddle
With the help of my lower brain stem
While out on a date with a squid
My car went into a skid
Too few hands on the wheel
Caused my automobile
To flip its proverbial lid
We were far out at sea on a raft
Which in retrospect seems rather daft
And, without a sound,
A whale had us downed
So we harpooned the bugger, and laughed.
How funny to murder a whale! [Rosie] ;-)
Its meat makes us hearty and hale
And, furthermore,
Under Japanese law
It's quite legal a whale to impale
You can also have fun sticking pigs
Up the tailpipe of old Russian MiGs
As the engine ignites
And the crackling's alight
You'll have roast pork that everyone digs
This morning I stood on the scales
They showed I'd drunk too many ales
It's time for abstention
AA intervention
Liposuction if all of that fails
Perhaps I could eat fewer pies
To lessen the girth of my thighs
They're tree-trunks of blubber
Feeling just like foam rubber
I guess I'm just Fat Bastard size
While taking a break in Albania
I saw something even more zanier
And what is more
As I opened the door
I smelled a huge bunch of gerania.
One day, on a barge in Port Said
A floating French letter I spied
It proved hard to read
Mired in spilt seed
From a limb - about three inches wide
When born in the year of Ding Hai
You'll live to a factor of pi
Both you and your daughter
Do things you di'n' oughta
With bears, lions, tigers. Oh my!
Is winter arriving at last?
Well if so, let it soon be the past
I don't like the snow
Or the wind that doth blow
It's all a pain in the arse-t Getting 3 points on my poetic licence
[SW] You couldn't fit an "artic blast" in there, then? As it were.

The Bible will tell you the truth
Of the lives of Eve, Esther and Ruth
But as for the rest (Softers) 3? 11.9 more like.
The scribes merely guessed
And made it all up, yea, forsooth.
A fourteen foot pig in my garden
Let loose smelly gas while 'twas fartin' Coat and hat, I know...
This porcine eruption
Caused total disruption
Before getting loose and departin'
I talk to the tulips; they nod
And wonder "Who is this daft sod?"
I never resent them
'Een with their bent stem
I just let them face the firing squad What a cruel world we live in....
Blindfolded he stood ‘gainst the wall
He smoked his last cigarette with gall
This isn't a joke
When a fond farewell toke
Spoils "blind man's buff" for us all!
The bricks of which Summer is made
Cannot be obtained through the trade (blamelewis) Blind man's puff, shurely?
They are salvaged with care
From the cold wintry air
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