Recently on Ye Twitteres, there was a meme flying around stating "Describe the plot of your favorite movie in a limerick; don't use the title." So... I'm Henry, a king like no other Plagued with sons who'd mutu'lly smother Each one, with bare hands Until one alone stands But you know what's worse? THEIR MOTHER!
I've just heard an unlikely claim That Johnson is changing his name He'll no longer be "Boris" But be known as "Maurice" And spout loads of crap just the same
It's the last Test for Alistair Cook Who can now go and write a large book About caring for sheep With a square leg that's deep And a Gray-Nicolls bat for a crook.
Let's go on a jaunt down to Florida! We'll drive the I-95 corridor And in this big van Go as far as we can Till the neighbours find out that we borrowed 'er.
Rosie, Raak, Software, Pablo, and CdM provided this on this site. Having just read an article on FOMMOG - Fear Of Meeting My Own Goals, which could form a new game - I felt this summed the subject up better than the article.
My mother said I should not Complain of my God-given lot But I feel I'm deprived As I have not arrived Where by now I should surely have got.
In my mind's eye, I see this great wall And behind it we'll have such a ball. It's manned by bald eagles - Keeps us free of illegals - I'll be re-elected next fall!
Building walls is a question of will Which the Dems that are now on the Hill Have never possessed: But mine is the best, And the Chicos are footing the bill!
A good friend of mine told me how The Sixties were better than now: When, with no sense of guilt, His boss had a wall built Round Berlin, by soldiers, from Moscow.
And this one I heard in the Army There was an old man of the Isles Who had measles, consumption and piles On top of all these, Yes - venereal disease You could smell the old bugger for miles.