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