Well, frankly, I have to be blunt While I try to put on a brave front. Since the day he stood down This bard's worn a frown. Oh how I miss Jeremy Hunt!
We’ve got a new maid called Chrysanthemum Who said, “I have just come from Grantham, m’m. I lost my last place In the sorest disgrace, ‘Cos I snored through the National Anthem, m’m.
When the space-time continuum pauses 'Cause a flaw in the temporal laws is Redirecting time's courses The effect then (of course) is That effects will effect their own causes
There was a young woman from Aber Who grew sick of this cad who would grab 'er Deploying her charms She broke both his arms— Whence his gasted was utterly flabber
Hidden textAuthor note: The use of the antiquated term cad is for comic effect within the limerick form, and is not intended to in any way trivialise the seriousness of sexual assault. Also, while the author understands the use of violence in response to such assault, this should not be take to mean that he necessarily condones it. But, to be clear, the cad definitely deserved it.