Earth to earth, ash to ash, dust to dust All come thus, so be not nonplussed When judgement comes round And the Last Trump shall sound Let us hope, meanwhile die all we must.A bit catchier than the usual rite.
Once a year Jolly Old Saint Nick Will perform an astonishing trick How it’s done no one knows Except Mom and it shows ‘Cause she’s got her own private Dick.
Almost five years ago... Chalky - In order to find my religion Marc - I launched my best trained homing pigeon irach - She returned in a day Software - To show me the way CdM - To Mecca. She erred by a smidgeon
Almost four years ago... Software - It's Friday, let's go to the pub Simons Mith - For a beer and a B.L.T. sub penelope - A packet of nuts irach - And chicks with great butts Marc - In the crowd we may get a good rub?
Almost three years ago... Raak - Nngh Naouwfaouwk vaey aouw taouwk woik vif "In Norfolk they all talk like this" Rosie - Whaa'? Even 'ng pahsh taoüns loike Diff? "What? Even in posh towns like Diss?" KagomeShuko - Jeg vil prøve å lære det "I'd try to learn it" Marc - Fast jag är en analfabet "Though I am an analphabit" Éirinn go Brách - Póg mo thóin! Tá mo bhríste trí thine! "Kiss my ass! My trousers are burning like this"
Almost two years ago... Kim - "Take care as you go up that ladder", Raak - "And more HSA yadda-yadda" Rosie - "At all times beware" Marc - " 'cause our lousy health care" cfm - "Won't clean up the blood that you spatter."
Exactly one year ago... Marc - Now soon a new year will arrive Rosie - It divides by three but not five irach - Sum its digits - that's six Software - Put them into the mix Phil - What pleasure from sums we derive!
And a happy New Limerick-year to all clever coworkers !
Hidden textNon-rhotic pronunciation requested A fine compilation by Marc; The Last Rites rewritten by Raak; Some Biblical verse (Some better, some worse); Embellish our Limerick Park
To begin with: old Marley was dead But his ghost awoke Scrooge from his bed The events of that night Gave Scrooge such a great fright That he wished people merry instead.
In the winter we must feed the birds They are hungry and come in great herds They love sunflower seeds It fills most of their needs And the pay you with white little turds