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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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If you ever have tea with the Pope
Tell the obnoxious bastard to get a fucking grip and consider the suffering of his morally intractable position on condom use.
Should have been "suffering caused by"... sorry. Normal unranty service now resumes
Simons Said: If you ever have tea with the Pope
Ask if he'd fancy a grope
Most likely he'll say
"Come later today"
When I'll ask of two nuns, 'Where's the soap?' " Please excuse the iffy punctuation, but I think you'll find my poetic licence is up-to-date.
While scooping baked beans from a tin (Phil) I see you are the proud possessor of the Diploma of Advanced Filth as well.
I drunk a whole bottle of gin
Now there's beans on the floor
And I'm drunk, and what's more
I am sure I've comitted a sin (to be cont'd...)
'case the gin that I gulped wasn't mine
'cause the gin that I gulped wasn't mine
I thought that was a reasonable continuation? So:
Marc - 'cause the gin that I gulped wasn't mine
(It belonged to Jeremy Vine)
I'd best make amends - < mode/school ma'am > What a messy page! You can all stay behind at break .. < /mode>
Or we'll never be friends
So I've bought him this sparkling white wine.
The Pope's in the US of A
Shooting craps with New Jersey's D.A.
Their guns on the table
And a hooker named Mabel
Oh no here come the press! Run away!
In the US is also G Brown
Upstaged by Pope Talk-of-the-Town
Our own dour Scot
Is expecting a lot
Like swim 'cross the (baptismal) font - or just drown
There isn't a lot one can do
On a visit to old Kathmandu
Its strange architecture
Can trigger conjecture
That architects there were bored too.
While reading an Icelandic Saga (i,C,P,b) Top drawer. Still quietly chortling.
Queen Ragnhild made me go ga-ga
I much prefer Norse
And that is because
It's the land that gave the world lager. So nuke it.
If you want to achieve instant fame
You first should take on a new name
Such as Bill, Sue or Bob
Or else Jill, Hugh or Rob
And then kill every human dubbed same
If you could make a trip to the moon
With three crystals, an ankh and a rune
Your lunar sojourn
You old curmudgeon
Will grumpily last until June
To travel through space is my wish
On this customised satellite dish
To Alpha Centauri!
For honor and glory!
I'll leave fast as light with a swish!
So we'll steer a brave course towards the stars
wards?
With our Icelandic pilot, named Lars [Raak] "t'wards", perhaps?
Our work will be done (just read some of the recent entries and this game appears to be going thru a particularly good phase)
When we reach a new sun
And we've daubed it with chocolate from Mars
Forward, brave cosmonauts, go!
The seeds of adventure to sow
Set phasers to stun!
At a quarter to one
Wait! What is that eerie green glow? (to be continued}
[Projoy] Don't worry. We can fix that.
The ghostly chartreuse phosphorescence
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