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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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Through a straw spun from taffeta silk
Some call me a ponce
But my cool nonchalance
Is required as a trait of my ilk
Oh-bla-di, oh-bla-da, life goes on
So how come I feel put-upon?
This mortal coil
Just makes me recoil
'Cos someone had left it switched on.
A potential supplier of Volts
Had an urge to electrocute dolts
A hard man, is Thor
He'll give you what-for
As he hammers you with thunder-bolts
Take care when attaching this lead
The wrong place and you might start to bleed
When you turn up the amps
You'll get aural cramps
And I don't believe that's what you need
There was an old man of the hills
Who made some good hooch in his stills
And this fiery liquor
Was bought by our vicar
To wash down all his happy pills
There was an old man of the dales
Who ate nothing but old rusty nails
As he shat, out came chains
Which he used to pull trains
But I'll skip all the gory details
I once bought a large fish and chips
Since then I’ve had fat greasy lips
The shop's deep fat fryer
Discharged its entire
Greasy load down on me - head to hips
The last three made me guffaw almost audibly here in the office.
There once was a man of the fens
Whose face was all covered in wens
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