[Pen] You are probably right and I will never be able to reach your supreme level. It is a pity though that you don't post more than once a year or so... This is yours from 2012 by the way: On the chest of a barmaid from Sale Were tattooed all the prices of ale And on her behind For the sake of the blind Was the same information in braille.
So that was my forty-ninth summer And winter draws on, what a bummer! With each passing week A new joint will creak And my toes will get number and number.
From the limericks on this site, a collaborative effort by [penelope], myself, [Pablo], [Rosie] and [Stevie] in line order. (I modded my line a bit to improve the scansion.) There was a young man out of Rhyl Whose gigantic restaurant bhyl Came from scoffing ten courses. He thereby endorses Credit card use at the thyl.