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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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The night when we grilled dear old Santa
We were drunk and exchanging weird banter
When we woke the next morn'
All our faces - forlorn
The only drink left was some Fanta
As an oldie you don't pay much tax
For old fogies the rules they relax
And you get in return
A free funeral urn
As you'll soon Requiescat In Pax Apols for the poor Latin, but my Poetic Licence is valid till the end of the month.
I came a long way from St Louis
And my spoggy* became very chewy *spoggy - noun: (slang) Chewing Gum
So I sang the Blues
Then discovered the news
There's more to spearmint than just gooey
American Football goes thus:
And most Brits it fair doth nonplus (pen) Heavens! You don't - masticate, do you?
A sport played in armour or armor?
With fans all a-clamor I'm sure you could dialect that to "clarmor"
Each "first down" they put up a fuss
His symptoms were carefully noted
And after the viewers had voted
To evict from the house
His flea-ridden mouse
'Een though it was sugar-coated
On a moonlit night down in Bude
I walked on the beach in the nude (oblig.)
walked ran (after seeing the 8-words game)
But the nippy sea air
Made my man-bits despair
But it did make my tits look quite rude. disgraceful
[Rosie] teehee :-)
A young lad from Mablethorpe, Lincs. (Chalky) Fancy a cold shower, m'dear?
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