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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
The opening of a new site - Looks good so far.
Hurrah I'm the second one here!
I'm right behind, never fear
Take your hand off my knee
Or that expression of glee
Let's move things up to second gear
[erm...why wasn't I bold?]
let's see if this works
As the lim'ricks on rabs site got started
It wasn't for the squeamish or faint-hearted
But those that were bold
Let their talents unfold
While the rest of us merely farted! Mine's the purple velvet one with faux fur trim..
In 1775,
When MC at York first went live
The first move, they say
Was old Hendon Way
(An unusual place to arrive)
You're shutting your lids with a sigh Tupperware's UK offices were based on the top floor of the building I used to work in!
as people have found
for under a pound
You can get blown off by a guy! um, the dirty mac, please..
In the darkest recesses of Whitehall
The PM is holding a ball
It's Alistair Campbell's -
(His member's a shambles)
All mangled and terribly small
I can't get a date for tonight
Is my hair really that bad a sight?
My pheromone spray
Has a pungent bouquet
And the dog has run off in a fright
Lord Limerick is,sadly, deceased
he was last seen travelling East
To the end of line three
With the Maid of Tralee
And a horrible, slavering beast
'Well, it's not worth the effort,' she said
Whilst putting her husband to bed
"He seldom displays..."
"He usually just lays..."
"There and pretends that he's dead"
The baby is starting to crawl
so far his out in the hall
Reaching five miles an hour
WIth formidable power
Uh-oh - he's just stopped for a bawl
I've cleared a space under the stairs
For magic and other strange wares
Next door to a potion
I've some unknown lotion
That makes my hands covered in hairs
I've got a grenade in my case
So you'd better get out of my face!
Lest the Mad Pineapple
burst it to shrapnel I know it don't quite rhyme.
Sorry but it's a can of MACE! - sorry no one else was going to finish it.
Making sense over scansion and rhyme
Is often a complete waste of time
Cos if the words don't fit
They will in a bit
Hell, using too many syllables isn't a crime!
I've taken to riding a horse
but it's a pain in the bum, of course. Ouch!
But enough fiddle-faddle!
Take those spikes off the sdaddle!
[pen] 'blinkered', shurely?
And bloody well show some remorse!
I once had a wonderful dream
That I was passing a stream possible unfinished sentence alert
Of fine single malt whisky
Without taking the piss. Wee unfinished and dubious sense sentence alert...
Badger, quite drunk, shouted "FLEEM!"
Was that the exhaust that fell off?
I asked of a top hatted toff
He sneered down his nose
Out of which grew a rose
And caused the poor top toff to cough
My feeezer's encrusted with ice
And the pantry is chock full of mice Your feeezer? sounds painful
And as for the breadbin,
as well as the dustbin,
is covered completely with lice!
I have no sense of how to behave
Or indeed the way that I should shave
I have a good strop
and a rub down with a mop
And then I am oiled by my slave.
Adding a line because I was gazumped.
Whilst mowing the lawn in the nude
I was spied by my neighbor, the prude
With shears a-flashing
She came, a-dashing
And chopped off my daffodils, how rude!
On a whim today, I decided
To change sex again," he confided
But male or female?
He pondered by email
"Or perhaps I am just miss-guy-ded".
Whilst searching for sun, I found
A Kiwi, gagged and bound
I took off his helmet Oblig.
Which I nailed to the pelmet (In lack-of-rhyme mode there)
As he uttered a whimpering sound
It's spring, and the sap starts to rise!
A tumescence of frightening size !
*Break in space-time continuum*
Leaves me looking like I ate the pies
It came to me all in a flash
Why shouldn't I print my own cash?
It takes not much skill
To knock up a bill
And wait for the next Wall Street Crash
By jove, the weekend is here!
A cause, as ever, for cheer!
I shall gambol and caper
And read the newspaper
Until - no, it's Monday! Oh dear
And so we all trudge off to work
Dressed up like a crude, apeish berk.
It would be less bad
If only I had
Time to play moves, not just lurk
My passport is way out of date
The photo shot when I was eight
I was a boy in those days
Before a difficult phase
And, of course, 'twas before I met Kate.
I believe it's quite hard to rhyme orange
Yes, it is, and we've been there before.
Penelope has killed off one more
The blatant, man-eating whore! just kidding pen..
Her tastes are voracious
Her dress sense ... audacious? but what do I know ...
And I've heard that she consumes them raw You rotten swines :o)
I've invented a new kind of boot:
It sometimes emits a loud hoot
The heel is explosive
When touched by corrosive
but frankly, it costs too much loot.
Mohammed Said al-Sahaf I confess I sniggered when I spotted his name was an entire limerick line. The rhymes, of course, are up to you ...
Gave us all a jolly good laff
By always insisting
Iraq is resisting
And he's appearing on Saddam's behalf.
My friends, I have something to say.
My emotions can't get in the way.
I'm speaking with candour
I've got a big gander.
But sadly, I've nothing to lay. Now then, that's quite enough of all that. Move along now, please.
A green token at Notting Hill Gate
Is a tactic you can use to abate
A Circle Line Inversion
Without use of subversion
And lower the Harston Freem Rate
This technical talk is all greek
It's conventional wisdom I seek
For advice on a hat
Or which breed of cat
Or even the day of the week

  • The best breed of cat is the Moggy
  • I eat four when I feel a bit groggy
    I fry them with cheese Welcome Peneloope.
    After spraying the fleas
    Though I do find that makes them go soggy
    I want sausage, egg, chips and a tea
    That's for a friend, it's salad for me
    I'll have it with spam
    Washed down with a dram
    Of battery acid or three
    In case of emergency, you should
    Supply us with cold Yorkshire Pud
    A pint of warm ale,
    Which we slowly inhale
    Though we know it won't so any good

    ack! *do* any good... not "so"...

    I can spell but my proofreading sucks (drawing inspiration from ineptitude...)
    Eggs like a grandmother clucks
    Disapprovingly when
    are you coming? At ten?
    Those white-coated in their trucks.

    I remember the very first time
    Apologies - previous last line should read "Those white-coated men in their trucks" so much for proof-reading.
    Start again
    I remember the very first time
    I wrote my first limerick line
    It began with a word
    Writer's block then occurred
    A writer cried as he ran past
    "The monster that follows is vast"
    "So pick up your pen"
    "And let me know when"
    "It has finished its morning repast"
    There was a young lady from Crewe
    Who said not 'Good-day' but 'Adieu'
    For she went 'fore she came *parka please*
    She was never the same
    And I wouldn't like that - would you?
    The first day of summer is here
    And it's made my petunias go queer!
    They're drooping right over
    My four-leaféd clover
    Though I watered them with the best beer
    I've been stuck in the office all day
    With a pitchfork, a horse and some hay
    The resulting output *sidling towards coat rack*
    Means there's something afoot...
    The Amish have joined the twins Kray.
    Whenever I go to the shops
    Dow Jones rises but our FTSE drops
    One Euro is worth
    A fortnight in Perth (Scotland or Australia - you choose...)
    Or a ticket to Top of the Pops
    The kroner, peseta and lira
    Are no use on a trip to Madeira
    Not even escudos
    (Though they may earn you kudos)
    Will buy you a few pints of beer
    Enumerative Combinatorics
    Read at night, with a big mug of Horlicks,
    Is the very best thing
    To get back in the swing
    And to make you all true alcoholics
    A hairy young Vicar from Perth
    Should be given a very wide berth
    Lest his big hirsute mits
    Which are cold - he admits
    Be employed to assist giving birth
    Again unemployment is down
    Since everyone's becoming a clown
    simulposted - spooky! for I have a new job as a clown
    I perform in the House
    Where often I douse unfinished sentence alert..
    My wife, when she's in her best gown
    I wish I could be a buffoon
    And dance by the light of the moon
    I would prance like an elf
    Casting spells at myself
    And play Mahler on the bassoon
    A wonderful sight to behold
    Is rab (or so I am told)
    But snorgle, however
    (when clad all in leather)
    Makes poor Uncle Korky feel old I'm just asking for trouble, aren't I?
    [snorgle] Sounds like I owe your source a fiver.

    It seems pen's asking for trouble

    As I'm not quite as old as my double
    aside [rab] Can't bring yourself to write pen is on your own site to make it scan, eh? Why on earth not? ;o)
    But the double I've seen is
    [pen] Um... I was drinking a cup of tea at the time, which threw my scansion into disarray. Obviously.
    Now on The Tweenies invoking dubious rhyme
    And now my double is double bubble
    Whilst walking one day in Bangkok
    I happened upon Doctor Spock -- Keeping it clean; well, so far. :-)
    I asked his advice
    About pubic lice Sorry, Dujon, couldn't resist
    And then "Got the time on ya, cock?"
    Eurovision's come round again!
    So let's have a big hand for Spain
    'Cos they know how to dance
    So much better than France
    And list'ning to Norway's a strain
    And talking of strain:
    My diet is lacking in fibre a nice easy rhyme...
    My innards now flow like the Tigre
    It's not at all funny
    Why can't it be runny?
    And it's really not fun for my wiper. [I'm the Prince of Wales y'know]
    I'm in dire need of good advice!
    About the cost of herb and spice
    For I make pot pourri
    And I brew it like tea.
    Does it work to eradicate lice?
    Tonight, in the Big Brother House
    There will be an arrogant louse
    Who claims to know
    That Anouska will go
    OK, make that That Scott will soon go (who is from Liverpool)
    But will he talk or is he a mouse.
    sorry forgot a line.
    Is it fair to talk of mice and men?
    D'no. Good question Pen'.
    Why not speak of blatant floozies?
    Or of Tommy guns and Uzis
    Or of when we'll have lim'ricks again sorry, sorry -- I'm not usually a CAMREL activist ... but we are setting new records here. I don't think any of those lines scans appropriately for a limerick.
    In the quest for new methods of scansion
    < Mode= Huff >Oi, Oi, Oi!!! My line goes thus
    Is it fair to talk of mice and men... and I really don't see a problem with that or with any of the other lines.
    OTH, you are entitled to your opinion, but in your haste to make a point, you have chosen a line in which you have had to delete a syllable to make it scan. Perhaps you can now start us off on a suitable new scheme? ;o) < / Huff>
    We now return to our regular schedule... sorry to interrupt Uncle K, but I was simulposted.
    [pen] I really don't want to start another scansion war; god knows we have had enough of these. And I agree (and almost said, and should have said) that your line was ok except for the peculiar stress on a preposition. (Maybe you meant to set a limerick in which we would contrast talking of mice and men with talking to them? :-) ) But the other lines ... I'm sorry, but even with a lot of squeezing and twisting, they really can't be made to work. And, yes, I deleted a syllable. So what?
    Each line becomes prone to expansion
    The longer they get [pen] To be fair, I read your opener about 12 times and couldn't get it to fit what I consider a limerick pattern. But as CdM says, we don't want to go down the road of another scansion war (see the York archives for what happens when things get really ugly).
    The less well they vet
    And it all gets too ugly to mantion </scansion war> <pararhyme war> ...
    If you find yourself short of a rhyme
    Or your syllables all out of time
    Don't panic - just doodle
    Or suck on a noodle
    Or large Gin with tonic and lime
    Hurrah!

    When pen's full of derring and do

    s'funny, smells more like some poo. sorry Pen...
    No, in better light.. unfinished sentence alert
    the resemblance to shite
    Is this lim'rick. Now what shall we do?
    I once had a haddock called frank
    That I'd use to give children a spank
    The fish didn't mind
    Hitting a behind Yes, the maroon windbreaker. Thankye.
    cause he laughs all the way to the bank.
    "Stop thief!" came the cry from the bank
    said the man who was driving a tank
    Quite why he should yell
    well, no-one could tell
    but I suppose we've New Labour to thank
    Jonny Ball's a strange man on TV UK TV that is... I first remember him on Playschool.
    He said "Think of a number!" to me I always enjoyed his programmes!
    In refusing his game I wanted the car off choc-a-block
    I was only to blame Johnny Ball is a great man, and it is a tribute to him and to the dire state of contemporary children's TV that he would never make it today, on account of being over 12.
    For the subsequent puddle of wee
    It doesn't take a genius, you know
    to be able to write in the snow continuing the theme
    but calligraphy
    Whilst having a pee oblig, really.
    May result in a word overflow
    That President Bush is so smart!
    He gave Saddam Hussein quite a LART! LART = Luser Attitude Readjustment Tool, e.g. a sledgehammer.
    but Saddam's disappeared,
    behind a big beard
    And Osama Bin Laden's a tart lame, I know. *shrug*
    I'm so sorry, the news isn't good
    But we did everything that we could
    The defibrilator
    was unable to cater
    For a heart that was made out of wood
    A ride on the night bus to Romford
    Is a journey devoid of all comford [Yeah? Yeah? Wanna make something of it?]
    You part with your fare
    travel as far as you dare
    Then leap off and dash home just like Tom would [well - that's what HE told me and I have no reason to doubt him]
    On moving to Nik's shiny server
    We could scarcely contain our great fervour
    Our bookmarks are updated
    Download time truncated
    We're finally off that Bluecurve-r.
    D'oh! Forgot the bold!
    DrQu+xum is a forgetful chap
    That's why he suffered this mishap:
    He left out a tag
    But tags aren't my bag (qua pantsmc)
    He'll get it right next time, mayhap.
    Ignore not the rules of scansion
    Whether trochees, iambs or dipthong
    When being quiet anal
    When being quite anal obviously, although quiet anal possibly deserves some examination as a concept
    Complaints are morainal (OK, I used Rhymezone to find that one.)
    So fill out your lines with aplomb.
    A game of Celebrity Shares
    Will attract the bulls and the bears
    The trading is brisk [a gift of a rhyming opportunity]
    But better not risk
    All your assets. (But frankly - who cares?)
    While walking to work in the rain
    I danced as I felt quite insane
    [Bifurcating]I felt like Gene Kelly/I jumped in a puddle
    (as opposed to George Melly) / found a stranger to cuddle
    And sang out THAT well-known refrain / Then suggested acts base and profane [oo-er]
    The day you install a new bath
    Should be marked by drinking a swift half,
    But - beer or bathwater?
    Should I drink? Well I oughtta - weren't expecting that eh?
    Before I go down the bath path
    To make the best beef and veg. stew,
    First kill your cow. Then take two
    Bushels of sweet potatoes
    Fry them on a hotplate, close
    The oven, wait, serve, spear and chew - I like the creative scansion going on here!
    I once met a young plain-clothes nun
    Disguised as Attila The Hun
    Yet I (to my shame)
    Thought she was on the game
    Now Attila the Nun's on the run!
    I got caught out today in the rain
    With an outcome of very great pain
    I was poked in the eye
    And was told "Get me dry!"
    By the great and irate Michael Caine
    I wonder where porcupines sleep?
    On cliffs? In a cave? In the deep?
    Laying still and supine
    (All their quills must align)
    Else the prickles will tickle their feet.
    Be careful when you knock on doors
    Especially in the Azores
    You just never know
    You'll find on the loo
    P'raps Andrea or Jim from The Corrs... some well dodgy rhyming going on there!
    Do the light bulbs need changing in here?
    Who'll do it? And what's their career?
    The task is quite tricky
    The end might be sticky
    Let's just put it off till next year.
    Awww... and I thought someone would pick up on my feed line re: How many (people of a particular walk of life) does it take to change a lightbulb?
    Uncle Korky is feeling let down [mea culpa]
    And Chalky a bit of a clown
    Our lim'ricks lack wit
    Our rhyming is crap
    So it's good that our scansion is sound
    Penance complete! Further self-flagellation not required! :-)
    Take a deep breath, and let yourself go
    down to London on a very slow
    train, that breaks down
    In a Devonshire town
    Just south of Westward Ho

    Now, not wishing to come over all Westcountry on you... I believe Mr Ho is in Somerset, not Devon...
    Not that that need preclude somewhere lying just south of that. And in any case if moi geographee be nart in the roight koinda areahh, there's definartlee one ah them thassavam exclumashion markie jarbies afer 'Ho'. Oh God I wish I hadn't grown up in Carrrnwalll...
    Westward Ho! is indeed in North Devon. The main failing in the above the the absence of a railway line in the area Ho! Hum!
    Calamity! Apologies for the drunken outpourings. That'll learn me.
    Let's draw the line under that then :-)
    Geographical know-how is fine [but....]
    But where would you all like to dine?
    I know a good spot
    Where it won't cost a lot
    Though I hope you enjoy drinking brine
    I got lost on my way in to work
    My boss will think I'm on the shirk
    But my caravanette
    Is slippy and wet
    I went tits-up and felt a right berk
    That evening, I felt a right tit
    It was soft, warm and round, though a bit
    droopy, although
    I would like to know
    Which girl was the owner of it.
    Some men have remarkable breasts [hmmm . . must be open season on lewd sauciness - PantsMC is similarly obsessed. I blame Darren]
    Which show when the geezers wear vests [I don't think I'm particularly lewd or saucy. Not compared to most other people, anyway. In what way should the lewdness and sauciness be curtailed? Any suggestions?]
    You're not. T'was a joke.
    Such pendulous mounds [Nowt wrong with a touch of sauciness. It all depends on where the line that shouldn't be crossed lies, and that everyone is in agreement with it]
    Should be hid, on the grounds
    Of upsetting our VIP guests
    They say we're all getting obese
    But really we're just wearing fleece
    On our stag nights we leap
    right into the heap...
    of roast lamb laced with oodles of grease.
    The heat is still on Tony Blair
    And his lying colleague Alistair
    Now that wasn't quite true
    What they claimed they could do
    But at least they both tried, for a dare.
    Forgive me - for asking you this . . .
    Can you hold this while I have a p*ss
    it is nothing rude!
    although slightly chewed
    But beware, it's a mess when I miss.
    Whenever you start a new day
    Take a deep breath and yell, "Hip Hooray!"
    Then take off your pants
    Check your recent implants
    And your morals will then go astray
    I lay myself down now to sleep
    On this couch that I found going cheap
    But the springs aren't quite right
    I'll be up most the night
    Installing the ones from my jeep
    At lunchtimes, I eat quite a lot
    from the buffet - both cold food and hot
    My mid-afternoon snack
    Matches my brown anorak
    Which I flash in, more often than not.
    I noticed, whilst having a shower,
    That I'd developed my own super power
    "Eureka," I cried
    As I started to slide . . .oo-er
    On the soap for at least half an hour
    "She said she was nineteen, yer honour
    If I'd known, I would not have lain on her
    And bumped up and down (very highbrow!)
    And spun round and round
    It was later I knew t'was Madonna
    It's a 'rollover' weekend again
    And so I shall be stripping for men
    And then let them grope
    In the misguided hope
    *with a great effort of will, resists temptation to post line ending in "pen"*
    That their fumblings'll score ten out of ten. [CdM - am assuming that the above isn't line 5]
    The outcome is certain, that's true [CdM] You're too kind :o)
    A bed made especially for two Ooer, missus
    With a whip and a rope I'm in a funny mood..;)
    Plus some carbolic soap [snorgle :-)]
    And a drop of the best superglue.
    If you wear a hat, you should know
    That it brings you nothing but woe
    For when the wind blows
    From your head off it throws
    Thereby leaving your bald patch on show.
    Whilst driving a red Kia Pride
    I found a dead body inside
    It stank to high heaven
    So I drove down to Devon
    Where 'twas easier than Oxford to hide.
    I do hope that I am not overstepping the line
    Oh no! I've done it again!
    I've been caught 'below decks' with a WReN
    She gave her consent
    When our passion was spent
    To reveal all I knew to the men.
    In an effort to be more appealing
    I have plastered myself to the ceiling
    From this lofty abode
    O'er the family Spode
    I would welcome a cup of darjeeling [very Lewis Carroll]
    All above - muddy rarvellous!
    A mishap while I hoovered the floor
    Caused the hoover to suck up the door
    The windows and walls
    and even my smalls
    not to mention my Greenwing Macaw
    It's rainy and windy and wet well in Cardiff, anyway, and I'm going to damn well make you all suffer as well!
    No respite from that curry, as yet Terrible thing, IBS...
    I can still smell the sauce
    'Cos I'm farting in Morse sorry people - Uncle K's fault :-)
    So best dash, Dot, in case it should set
    They say that it's rude to stare
    But I really don't care
    Also, I smell
    Like the cesspits of Hell
    'Cause I bathed in yak's milk for a dare [Darren - that's your second smelly third line!]
    I suffer from awful BO
    You'll smell it wherever I go [That's my third!]
    My pox scabs are rotting [Darren - shame - I was feeding you a third line and we simulposted]
    And my groin is hotting [Hint: up]
    up by the hour, it's gonna blow!! [rab - hint taken, v subtly done :-)]

    I cannot believe it's not butter
    is not easy to say with a stutter
    So I'll spread it with jam
    Or bake it with ham
    Or beat it at golf with a putter.
    I appear to be missing a ball
    Said Adolph Hitler, to us all
    I'll take one of Goering's
    Cute spherical nose-rings
    And clip it to Eva Braun's shawl.
    I don't like the way that it sounds
    When love-making strays out of bounds
    And I'm in the next room
    On top of a broom
    But at least for divorce I have grounds
    I'm a hundred and twenty today!
    So unless I drop dead
    Oh dear - taking rudeness to faint new depths...*Don't I deserve head?*
    Before I waste slowly away [Don't be coy, pen - I'm sure we were all thinking the same :-)]
    Nothing wrong with a bit of bawdiness.
    That's not a limerick line, btw
    Now bawdiness just ain't my style lies, lies and more lies ;o)
    We'll leave that to Chalky and Kayl
    They prefer, so it's said,
    To say this instead:
    "I love how you shunt as I strile" (Have I had Kayl's pronounciation wrong all this time - i took it to rhyme with shale...? No criticism intended, just curious!)
    [blamelewis] I was never too sure, myself, but decided that Kayl is the only MC player I could think of whose name might rhyme, so I used a bit of limeretic licence. And are you telling me your name isn't pronounced bla-melloo-iss?

    It's high time that I wrote a first line

    You did a good job - that one's fine!
    The next one is bad
    The fourth one is trad
    And this last? Just call it asinine!
    Today I must trim all my warts
    So I can look good in my shorts
    The one on my heel
    Is starting to feel
    Like the ball from a basketball court.
    I come back to England tonight Really! First lot of Fish n' Chips for 4 months! Can't wait!
    Proving that I'm not that bright
    What's more, I will wear
    The pelt of a bear
    And thus be a nightmarish sight Sorry to do 3rd and 5th, but this one had lain around for far too long
    just an observation - limericks that begin with an 'actual' first-person experience are always tricky to follow . . .
    Whenever the clock chimes, I wonder
    Which cities I'll ravish and plunder
    For at 12.59,
    I think its the time,
    To steal, pillage and wrent asunder
    It's a hundred degrees in the shade
    And commuters' tempers are frayed
    For instant relief
    Penelope Keith
    Is free, in the Penny arcade.
    When Valéry Giscard d'Estaing
    Goes out to buy six petits pains
    There's not enough argent
    To feed him and his sergeant Pronunciation? What's that then?
    Aujourdhui et demain au matin.
    My legs have just melted away
    With my third hit of acid today
    A purple giraffe
    Has invaded my gaff
    Which I wasn't expecting 'til May
    I've married my step-son's third cousin
    Tongues are wagging nineteen to the dozen
    The consanguintee
    (See the family tree)
    Did not vote for Anders Fogh Rasmussen
    (That's the prime minister of Denmark, as you know.)
    If Ricky had've lost that number . . . bbcR2 playing here
    We'd be up to our ears in old lumber
    But Ricky is just
    Earning a crust
    Aboard that knackered old boat on the Humber
    . . . thought I'd administer a swift but humane killing. Ricky obviously didn't capture imaginations. Moving swiftly on . . .
    Emblazoned across the wall
    Are the words, "This is nothing at all"
    "There is nothing to see"
    "If you don't pay a fee"
    But fork out and the sight will appall
    Nasturtiums are an edible bloom lovely in salads!
    Which are currently enjoying a boom
    But pansies, they say
    Will make you turn gay This is one of those oblig ones, isn't it
    And a tulip's a portent of doom.
    A great metropolitan man
    Alighted the train at East Ham
    He walked several miles
    Towards Chalfont St Giles
    And declared Mrs Trellis a sham
    I'm not taking prisoners today
    I will eat all who get in my way
    "Any chance of a fork?"
    I asked of a dork
    Then I tucked into him straight-away!
    When exposing a snake in the grass
    Be careful you act with some class
    Otherwise, keep it schtum
    By inserting your thumb
    And heading it off at the pass

    It's painful to make the admission
    That your power is from nuclear fission
    But it's safer than coal
    But on the whole
    just leave it to your electrician
    Garden sparrows, wrens, finches and tits
    Can all be assembled from kits
    Using small bits of wire
    And an old rubber tyre
    And a car engine, taken to bits.
    The beauty of avian construction
    Is the match of its form to its function
    You must get this right
    For the things to take flight
    Lest they plummet on down to destruction.
    The terrible thing about crows
    Is that I've got three stuck up my nose
    They peck at my eyes
    Unbutton my flies
    and crap all over my toes
    My budgie looks terribly strange
    I think it's got some sort of mange
    It's purple and green
    It's lost all its sheen
    And it's singing "Oh, Home on the Range"
    To make sense of the birds and the bees
    one must crawl on one's hands and one's knees
    And look for a clue
    About what to do
    Re. the mating behaviour of fleas
    In Ottawa, during the blackout, (Just got back)
    I got my adventuring pack out [UK] Love the last line of the budgie one.
    My Leatherman tool
    My good old slide rule
    And a Packet of three (just about) My good old slide rule
    It was just as the night turned to dawn
    When I decided to blow on my horn
    I woke up the neighbours
    By tossing them cabers
    I sell it as DIY porn
    A spider just ran up my leg just to creep certain people out..:)
    And left, in my knickers, an egg (there are certain recurring themes here...)
    For warm incubating . . . assuming the knickers are warm
    And the chance of creating
    Thousands of spiders - oh smeg!

    A wasp laid its eggs in my foot
    Then stung me, the ungrateful brute What is this? David Cronenberg Limerick hour? yeuugh...
    [blamelewis] I'll spare you "There are maggots infesting my brain" then.
    Its progeny hatched - Does Software not know about the magic of the >b< tag?
    >b< even.
    I give up.
    and were swiftly despatched . . . having problems Darren? hehehe.
    By a blow to the head from my boot - How about the magic <b> tag, Darren? - I find it works better :)
    With killer bugs eating my face,
    I sprayed myself well with some Mace
    Then to cut out the pain
    I cut out my brain
    And replaced it with Chantilly lace . . . like you do :-)
    Thus spake Zarathrustra (to me):
    "It's lovely to be a Parsee"
    For when you are dead
    You get breakfast in bed
    and in mid-afternoon, you get tea.
    "Ecce homo!" he cried to the crowd
    "How dare you?" I replied aloud
    He said, "Ooh get her!"
    Then his fists were a blur
    Thus to prove his manhood and stand proud.
    With a deafening cry of "Eureka!"
    Duncan Smith took a swing at the Speaker.
    He took up the Mace
    Wiped the egg off his face
    And became the Commons' first streaker.
    I've run up a slate at the bar
    As a Silk this is just about par.
    Then I ran down a bike,
    Ran into a dyke,
    Which won't take my career very far slack... but a mercy killing.
    The rich make their to Cancun
    Gah! YES! let's try again..

    The rich make their way to Cancun
    The poor remain stuck in Rangoon
    And that's where they'll stay
    'Til they make their way
    to their graves, with their rice bowl and spoon.
    There's nothing like bright merry laughter
    For post-coital gloom the day after
    So tickle me pink
    With a blinky wink wink
    On the other hand - just go and shaft 'er. - COAT!!!
    Oh, dear! I appear to be dead.
    I wish I was living instead.
    I should not have jumped
    Can I claim I was bumped?
    Or I sleepwalked off of Beachy Head?
    Your Honour, the verdict is clear.
    And I tell you, without any fear
    The defendant's a duck
    At him throw the book
    - he's guilty of rhymes worse than Lear. phew!
    The trouble with Britain today
    Is the Gummint won't do things my way
    If I were dictator
    I'd sort out this state, or
    sulk, pout and call you all "Gay"!
    The head of Alfredo Garcia
    Is, sadly, now missing an ear
    It got pulled right off
    By a dodgy old toff
    Who'd had far to many crates of Beer
    Announcing my can-di-da-cy,
    I'd like to become an MP
    I've reached the right weight
    Appeared on 'Blind Date'
    And now, Captain Peacock, I'm free-eee
    Alighting the train in Pristina
    I met a cute girl called Christina
    She was going my way
    (and we did have all day)
    But all she would drink was Ribena
    The best way to piss off a rhino
    Is to tweak him and call him a wino
    Then pull down your pants
    Do the St Vitus dance
    Mind the horn, though 'cos it can be final! (employing "Cockney Cheeky Chappy" convention)
    While out in the bush, hunting dik-dik,
    I ran from a snake, very quik-quik
    However, the beetle
    Though not eating meat'll
    Still make a bloke feel quite sick-sick.
    Let's all go and moon David Blaineyarr..
    Yes! We could meet up on the train! Arrr!!
    We'll stand in a line Avast! what a sight we be! Yarrr!
    And drink buckets of Wine
    And drop all our pants in the rain
    [Sorry to hog two lines, but I have to know...]
    Will somebody kindly explain
    The point of this tit, David Blaine
    Is it just show biz
    Does anyone know? Is
    It worth bringing him up again?
    If you swallowed him bring him up quick!
    He'll be right if you make yourself sick!
    Your face went quite red
    At the mention of Fred
    Have you eaten him too, you great prick? - I'll be needing that coat after all.
    Well, now that I've broken my wrist - and will be in agonising pain for the next 4-6 weeks thanks to some idjit learner driver...
    You'll be spared the caress of my fist[MF] Commiserations. Sue!
    And the way that I pass
    my hand over your ass sorrysorrysorry - I don't know what's come over my this morning ...
    To fondle your sebaceous cyst - yughk ! [pen] Don't call Martha, Sue, he doesn't like it.
    I hate that I've become a mute I've still got no voice!
    But still I am sexy and cute
    The sight of my curves
    And my shimmying swerves
    Is sweeter than the sound of a lute.
    [D, UK, R & Bm] dead right too :o)
    Discovered "in flagrant delight",
    I am on display every night
    Flagrante delicto
    With my fragrant big toe
    Who says such a thing can't be right?
    I've recorded my thoughts onto tape
    on the music from "The Great Escape"
    This suicide note
    I leave in your coat
    as you seem to have mislaid your cape
    Come workers, and throw off your chains!
    Let's go, and destroy all the trains!
    Our bold insurrection
    Means we'll miss our connection
    And we we'll wait for three hours at Staines
    When you find yourself gasping for air
    And no-one around seems to care
    Take a deep mental breath
    be prepared for your death
    And kiss farewell to your derriere oblig.
    Let's all go out with a bang
    And a zoom and a whizz and a clang
    For with any luck
    We'll hit more than a duck
    And the rest of the world can go hang!
    It was twenty years ago today
    Sgt.Pepper thought Lennon was gay
    So he tried a test
    And then pulled off his vest
    And found Yoko Ono in play!
    I'd like to be under the sea
    And take part in the Whale's Jamboree
    The octopus can
    make mincemeat of man
    With tentacles one, two and three
    But tentacles four, five and six to continue a second verse...
    are for en-tire-ly separate tricks
    Pick a card, any card...
    ... study it, long and hard
    And the tentacles will beat you with sticks.
    Now, tentacles seven and eight (Oblig.)
    (the subjects of fiercesome debate)
    Are they just spares? (Chalky) Fearsome? Fierce? :-)
    Used only on stairs?
    or just put on show in the Tate? -like dead sheep...

    But all the tentacles have suckers The grand finale! :)
    When aroused, every one of them puckers
    into shape most beguiling
    The creature is smiling
    No wonder! It's caused a great ruckus. [Rosie - re. above] yeah - one of my invented words.
    While making a nice good thick gravy Without lumps, I'll have you know.
    An art which I learned in the navy
    I dropped in the pot
    A crusty old Scot
    - when he came out, his curlies were wavy. There is no alternative ...
    We were sad when Pants went away Yes, we were :-(
    It was oh such a very sad day
    For both players and vicars Hmm... anyone in a real 'Friday afternoon' frame of mind care to follow on...?
    Are bereft of their knickers ... wondering if there was a ruder word I could have used . .
    As they squat in the cats litter tray

    If you catch a whiff of ammonia,
    You should travel at once to Livonia
    Eùmist kõrd mierdõ (Carpe Diem invoked)
    You've pissed up me 'airdo Er . . .Will this do?
    And now I've got double pneumonia ... best I could do - given the bizarre switch to 'first person'.
    I don't mind the getting up early
    When the dawn is tendrilled and pearly
    But what I can't stand
    Is the touch of your hand
    That's caressing my Curly Wurly

    I once was attacked by a squirrel
    Whilst using an epidural only 2 rhymes left, unless someone uses their imagination..
    Which I had received
    in my dire hour of need (snorgle) Where's Birkenhead?
    from a backstreet old quack, name of CyrilScouse avoidance invoked
    To make a relationship work
    IDS must convince us he's sane - uphill struggle in Blackpool
    Bugger, simulpost, Hi Chalks, BTW
    One must not act up like a jerk - going with Chalks, on this one.
    To make a relationship work
    One must not act up as a jerk
    By groping those bits
    That the hand nicely fits
    you'll drive any female berserk. (Uncle K) Birkenhead - Wirral, squirrel. :-)
    A microwave oven will cook
    An elk, a badger, or rook
    But if you try bison .. oh dear - more animal cruelty. See Orange - NB. not for the squeamish
    or even Mike Tyson
    It could get quite ugly - don't look!
    The loveliest boy in the school
    Is usually gay, as a rule Squirrel and Wirral don't rhyme to me!
    You can tell by his satchel
    He hangs out with Tatchell (thanks for the feed, Chalky)
    He's as gay as a damsel Oh, dear, Chalks, another duff rhyming word
    Bugger simulpost
    At Eton, being camp is thought cool might as well get this over with.
    Never mind, Softers. Rest assured, I would never post anything that didn't have a rhyme - but in this case, there was really only the one which rab picked up. Now for linesperson duty ...
    When simulposted, I just stare
    At a line which ain't meant to be there
    My brilliance is wasted!
    My genius untasted!
    And my fine words are all rendered spare.
    While studying a map of Belgrade
    On my yacht (for I'm rather well paid)
    There's a gaping big hole
    the size of a goal
    at the place where explosives are made.
    There once was a house on a hill
    Just Checked, it's up there still
    Oh dear. It's turned Tartan
    And I'd so set my heart on (unfinished sentence alert)
    Grey pinstripes made out of fine twill. ... It seemed lonely sitting here for days without a finale.
    Well there I was, wondering if anyone would bother finishing it off and up you pop ... with, if I may say, a very elegant last line. Bravo.
    I went to the tailor's this morning
    (Quite early - just as the day's dawning)
    "Which way do you dress?" [well done, Duj]
    , he enquired. In distress,
    "With just simply the suit I was born in."
    It's high time you told me the truth
    without being rude and uncouth
    "well, its like this"
    "I want you to kiss"
    And to what she said next I said "STREWTH!"
    My sins now I wish to confess
    I admit I like wearing a dress
    But so what? I'm a girl
    not some poncy old earl (Projoy) Are you, in fact? I'm not, BTW.
    Though I've often been called 'My Princess'
    Durn it, forgot the bold!
    All conferrences over, thank God
    With IDS left on his todd
    His politics should be dangling sentence alert
    cast into the sea
    and consumed by ravenous cod.
    Forgot the underline. Here goes.
    [Rosie] Is that Newcastle Underline?

    The secret to being a man

    Was mislaid in the back of a van
    it's hormones, you see The last time I was mislaid in the back of a van.........;-)
    Causing trouble for me
    and the poor sod who has no idea how to make this last line scan. (Thos) No, actually it was Ashton Underline. Sorry!
    Bugger! Done it again.
    Summer comes with the much warmer weather
    And the crack of bare willow on leather.
    By "leather," I mean
    my pants, Josephine
    When I'm fastened to you by a tether
    Rosie/pen - oh-ho! It looked so innocuous until it got that far!
    The trouble with wasting one's time
    Over looking around for a rhyme
    Is that some are so tricky
    That you can't be too picky
    and ridiculous displaces sublime. Alas!
    I seem to be finishing an awful lot of these, maybe because I go to bed rather late and don't really do mornings. The joys of retirement! It's not one o'clock yet so maybe some night owl can start one.
    My undies have turned pink and blue......It's been a bit like that, Rosie, I too have left a few for others of late. I suspect it's just 'one of those things'.
    And I owe the whole thing to you
    Colours don't mix with whites [Rosie] I'm going to be working nights come next month, so I anticipate doing some entire limericks myself...
    And I'm working nights (sorry to hog two lines but frankly BM's line was too good to pass up)
    But in darkness, you can't see the hue.
    [Rosie: I seem to find myself doing a lot of first lines. Perhaps its all in the timing. Should we set up a kind of limerick tag-team?]
    It's Monday again. What a pain!
    Let's get naked and dance in the rain!
    But there's work to be done!
    And that man's got a gun!
    Still, better than being David Blaine.
    There's a rumour down St. Austell way
    That the vicar's an awfully good lay
    The rev's a woman, you see
    So let's, after tea
    Get down on our knees and then prey. yes, I can spell ...
    As God said to me yesterday
    'It's a shame that mans' feet are of clay,'
    "But women's are wood"
    "which isn't much good"leaving an opening for a grand finale....
    When rolling around in the hay.... that was pantsy wasnt it?... onwards and downwards...
    The voices I hear in my head
    Say, "Kill them all, make them all dead!"
    So keep out of my way
    If you're planning to stay
    Alive, and not copiously bled.

    Beware! There's a beast on the loose
    It's already beheaded a moose
    It's got massive claws
    And three sets of jaws
    All SNARLY like big men called Bruce.
    apologies to any non-snarling mild-mannered Bruces out there
    I wish to object very strongly
    For being treated so wrongly (I know, I know!)
    You cad, oh, you fiend
    I feel so demeaned
    And you have made my face grow long-ly
    And now I shall sue you for slander! [invoking more fiendish rhymes]
    For you called me 'a cad and a bahnder'
    But wives make good secs topicality invoked
    And they come with free specs [doubling entendre]
    And they all call their husbands, "Commander" That was a bizarre swerve, Projoy!
    Darren - didn't you realise that IDS's given name is Longfaced Bruce?
    Evidently not.



    There's a lot of <HR> tags above!
    Yeah. 'Fess up.
    But still, it is you that I love!
    ahem..
    There's a lot of HR tags above!
    But still, it is you that I love!
    May I be so <bold>
    Ahem...
    May I be so <bold%gt;
    You're simply too old (I thought I'd get a few in the bank back there.)
    And you're ugly, when push comes to shove. [Darren] Well, I was recalling that IDS had threatened to sue anyone who impugned his character over the matter of his sec's life.

    I'd risk all the world for your smile
    As you smile in a very strange style
    Your teeth are perfection
    Despite the infection
    which makes your gums shrink back a mile
    Your feet are the colour of sin
    So let's just pop them back in the bin
    Your hands, I shall chop
    To sell in my shop
    With a pie with your entrails in
    That last name made the homepage all wide and ugly. This is not the start of a limerick.
    This is:
    The homepage is ugly and wide
    And all rotten and stinky inside
    We have rab to thank
    for the stink that it stank
    - He caused it, though much he denied!
    A magician, on doing a stunt,
    That was *meant* to start a new limerick
    Made sure that his knives were all blunt
    His assistant insisted
    That on throwing, they twisted
    And kept well away from her front! (see how clean and restrained I managed to be)
    It is said there's naught like a full moon
    To encourage a lowly buffoon
    to pull down his pants
    And bathe in red ants
    Till his buttocks are like a balloon.
    I heard it once said in jest:
    That Carlsberg is "prob'ly" the best
    But Heineken reaches
    the parts that one teaches
    To stick their hands up ladies' vests.
    When dancing at the P'liceman's Ball
    I said, "No, dear sir, not at all!"
    "I will not grab hold"
    "Do you think me so bold"
    "As 'pride' comes just 'fore a 'fall'"
    A Chinese has been up into space
    Wins the 'Great British Takeaway' race
    Now the Yanks are all jealous
    and that seems to tell us
    Competition's the thing they can't face.
    A Yank and a Chink in a bar
    One in armour, and one on guitar
    The Chink went clink
    The Yank tried to think
    But for a Yank, that just goes too far. Yup, I love our cousins across the pond. But they are Canadian ...
    Gay bishops will guide us henceforth
    (They're the one's who don't know south from the north)
    They'll be quick to preach...
    And then they will reach (dot dot dot)
    Shirtlifters the way of the cloth Pronounced clorth by all Dick Emery style vicars, as you will recall.
    err ... substitute the for with :o)
    blimey - well done Software. I realised after I'd posted that first line - there are only two true rhymes.
    Intelligent bio-design
    is awfully fiendish to rhyme
    But nevertheless
    I'll try to impress
    By invoking the presence divine.
    [P, s, r, D & K] - satisfyingly concise and to the point!
    If I end all parental controls
    Will my offspring turn out to be trolls?
    Or will they just lurk?
    and never get work
    , indulgence being one of their goals.
    If I could go backwards in time
    All the things that I'd do
    I'd teach you a new way to rhyme (Since Projoy has varied from the Limerick form, let's just see where this goes. I've started what seems to be an ABAB pattern.)
    And I'd keep winning the Lottery, too I memorise the numbers every week on the offchance that I will fall into a wormhole and go back to last month...
    [Darren] I was actually shooting for a reverse limerick there (i.e. mine was line 4) but no matter...
    The perfect acausal-type crime (unfinished sentence alert)
    All the bits seem to be there, so shall we move on?>< hr>
    On Sundays, I just like to laze
    On Saturdays, shirk... since the last reverse failed, let's try again
    'Til Friday I work
    The week passes by in a haze
    On Mondays my head's in a daze ... that gets the job done
    How about a word reversal one now ...
    reverse to has just one sometimes
    perverse so be often can rhymes
    kilter off up end you
    filter a need words do?
    .....verse of form this 'gainst many are crimes
    Again! Again!
    then okay ...
    low brought often is scansion the where...
    show to eager who're experts are there ... Double enders, eh? Excellent.
    are they clever how
    far too goes it now
    foe formidable a metre's rare
    Time in backwards go could I if
    ,thyme and parsley and rosem'ry sniff,
    past the of think I
    vast was garden My
    crime a are looks youthful Richards Cliff

    There's hardly a day that goes by
    When you see people screaming out, "Why?"
    Are they stupid, or mad .... [Chalky] you missed 'sage' above - sorry, I rather like S&G.
    When they talk of Baghdad?
    No, they once met Uday and Qusay.
    Whilst hunting around for some sage
    I met a bacteriophage
    He had a big microscope
    Which used a rare isotope ... Obviously not a scanning device
    In a sensor wired up to a gauge
    [Tina] If you want to highlight your entries, there are some helpful tips in the 'Banter Game' - about 4 or 5 pages back :-)
    Biology's all very well
    For people with no sense of smell-Thanks Chalky
    But ammonia gas
    Will empty the class oh, those northern vowels of mine...
    Long enough to be saved by the bell.
    By 'eck, lad, it's grim in the North
    Och, cruvvens! Ye've no' seen the Forth!
    So, oi'll stick to moi coider
    (moi cumfert provoider)
    In the Snug of "The Bear", Perranporth
    It's quaite naice dyne h-yah in Surreh (sic)
    We even eat foodstuffs laik curreh (sick)
    In our hiyses of staine
    orf porcelaine of baine
    Which the servants prepare, so whay worreh?
    They say that to lead a long life
    You must eat your peas with a knife
    Simulposted .... It is wise not to move to East Fife (in a desperate attempt to avoid yet another life/knife/wife limerick) ... I was just too late, it seems :-)
    better luck next time CdM - remember not everyone here posts in 'Orange'.
    If you used a long spoon
    You'd finish too soon.
    [Chalky] True. However, a troll through the archives on the three main servers finds eight life/wife/knife limericks, and a further twelve where life is rhymed with either wife or knife. (There are several that involve pea-eating among them. :-) ) And that is without the !York or Pants archives. I think that "life" should be classified with "month", "silver" and "orange" in the officially-frowned-upon file. But maybe that is just me.
    And that will be the day that you die-F
    -or they sing "Bye, American Pie
    [Chalky (and Tuj)] Re-reading, that comes across as kind of critical, which was not my intention; my apologies for that. It was meant more as a tongue-in-cheek observation about what happens when you have been hanging around these servers for too long.
    It's the best in the south you can buy ... This is becoming somewhat surreal.
    If banoffee or lime
    Seem less than sublime [CdM] quite so :-)
    wash it down with plenty of rye.
    They say there's a whorehouse in Texas
    Where girls bounce on you solar plexus
    So your breath comes in fits
    You burst all your zits
    BUT! It's all lies - made up by some lechers.
    I once heard a lecher remark:
    "Hello there, my name's Alan Clark"
    I once was a Tory
    But that's a long story
    If you'd like, we can f*ck in the park
    While pruning a bush in the garden Butchering, more like.
    I found myself caught with a hard 'ern ... Lowering the tone, unless some horticulturist might rescue it.
    I got out my clippers
    In front of the nippers
    - They didn't get even a 'pardon!'
    I once took a trip to Estonia
    Where brass bands have several euphonia.
    I joined with a band
    And got a big hand
    Where not even doctors will go near
    (emphasis on go and it works. Apologies for not knowing how to underline!)

    [Angus] use <hr>
    If you were to purchase a present
    For me - how remarkably pleasant!
    I'd rip off the wrapping
    My wife would be flapping (Angus P) Try less-than hr greater-than.
    "Slippers! You bloody peasant!"
    While mixing cement in the bath [Angus] Actually, underlining is <u>like this</u>
    I incurred mum's consid'rable wrath
    She said "It'll set.... (Run-on)
    In your creases, I'll bet!"
    "so we'll just roll you out on the path!"
    Using only Weetabix and mice
    (And ignoring my father's advice)
    My latest invention
    got my mother's attention
    By bringing her breakfast up (twice)
    Since Darren can't access this site,
    - heh heh...
    I can say whatever I want out of spite.
    He'll return full of ire
    With his friend of the 'spire'......Sorry, Chalky
    And us with pestilence blight
    hmmm ... apology accepted.
    That Darren's a marvellous chap
    When he purrs and curls up in your lap
    But if you arouse his
    Feline-fur trousis gimme a C!, gimme an O!, gimme an A!, gimme a T!
    He'll join in with meaningless pap.
    I love to peel a banana
    And wrap the peel round a sultana
    When boiled in wine,
    And Seasoned with Thyme, Riff - use < b >tags< /b > to make your message bolder.
    tastes great while grooving Santana
    An indigent bookbinder's clerk
    Rode a broomstick to get into work
    . He saved money on petrol
    But got his pants wet-rol
    -ler skating in rain, what a berk. oh dear...
    "Trick or treat" say the kids at my door (Darren, Big Dave) Real class!
    so I sit tight and them I ignore
    They pelt me with eggs
    Shall I break their legs?
    Then trick them to treats off the floor. .. heh heh
    A good thing to say to a ghost
    might be: "Hi - can you please pass the toast?"
    A breakfasttime spectre
    is a good dust collector
    But reality comes with the post.
    There is a huge flare on its way
    Perhaps I could try that again?
    There is a huge flare on its way
    Well, the Sixties are back, so they say
    it won't be so bright
    If my trousers aren't right
    Floral hipsters are just so passé!
    I've just heard that Jon Snow's in the dock
    for failing to adhere to the clock
    like a well-dispatched fly
    kept zipped, bye and bye
    just listening to the tickity tock.
    The problem with video games
    Is they've got such ridiculous names
    The Sims and the Lemmings
    There's even Ian Flemming's
    "Bond's Name Is No Longer James"
    The trouble with very long bridges
    Is they have lots of rust in long ridges
    That's the problem with steel
    Provided it's real
    It attracts lots of magnetic midges
    It'll soon be the Fifth of November
    With fireworks and parkin, remember?
    The Gunpowder Plot
    Bonfires, hot
    And annoying small brats, to dismember I'm not old and bitter, me..
    The sixth of November will bring
    The first signs of Global Warming
    Unseas'nable weather
    Cuckoos in't heather
    And tides in the main street of Tring
    just for Blob's benefit
    The thing with the liner Aurora
    Is it keeps getting smaller and smaller dodgy, but...
    'Til it's just a mere speck.
    but the people on deck
    's arses are still getting sorer
    In Paris, one might say it's chic
    To be battre avec le 'ugly stick'
    In the Rue de Montmartre
    You can see Jean-Paul Sartre
    Searching the ground for du fric
    There was a young man from Nantucket
    Who lived all his life in a bucket
    To the end of his days
    his oddly strange ways
    were why passersby always struck it.

    When invited to dine with the Queen,
    Prince Phillip created a scene
    He swore and he cussed
    But Her Maj was non-plussed
    by the way his nose glowed tangerine.
    On a bath day, when losing the soap,
    Is the best time for having a grope
    For an innocent fumble
    Is no cause to grumble
    Just make sure the soap's on a rope!
    Guy Fawkes was a wonderful chap
    He's been given a terrible rap
    He just wanted to say
    'Being Catholic's okay'
    'Boom boom, folks, now please mind the gap'
    Tchaikovski found fortune and fame
    By playing a tedious game
    He used to subscribe [Projoy] Last line above - awesome!
    To a Balinese tribe
    Who never could quite spell his last name
    In the middle of singing a tune
    That Ruby Wax caused me to swoon
    For her grasp of tonality
    and vocal neutrality
    Were nil. Ought to try the bassoon. On second thoughts...
    *applauds* Whilst staying just south of Milan
    I began to dance a "can-can"
    - except that I can't
    'cause my recent implant
    Is still sore (But at last I'm a man!)
    In the middle of making a toast
    To my flatulent ill-mannered host - [st d] superb!
    I felt a deep rumble
    my bowel, it did grumble
    And then my gas gave up the ghost.
    Mr Howard is now Tory Leader
    Another smug and fawning bleeder
    It seems they can't win
    It makes Kennedy grin
    That damn little Scot ginger weed - er
    I would like to point out at this time I have nothing against Scots, ginger people or indeed the Lib Dems.
    It's goodbye to Iain Duncan-Smith
    We will all shed a tear and a sniff (sorry)
    who returns to the darkness forthwith.
    BUGGER - SIMULPOST. How did that happen?
    (Bifurcating then...)
    He was Labour's best hope / He was banished by Howard
    Now it's gone up in smoke/The backstabbing coward
    And he's now been replaced by a twit-h

    Many terrible deeds at the palace
    none commited, however, by Alice
    All we know is - a writ
    We'll know more in a bit ...
    But I bet it involves a royal phallus

    Last night I dreamt I was walking
    Surrey streets in a town known as Dorking
    And when I awoke (Ken T) I see you've got here at last. :-)
    I was really in Stoke
    Being arrested for illegal stalking. [plump] Actually a servant's, according to what I hear... you didn't get it from me though...

    If you want to develop your pecs
    Take a hint from good old T-Rex
    Just strum your guitar
    and don't wear a bra
    And engage dear Prince ********** in sex sorry if I lowered the tone at all...
    How do you get a line in here?
    Like this.
    In the middle of sueing for slander
    (for they spoke out with far too much candour)
    We stopped for a dance [barbacoa] <hr> - I remember it as short for "horizontal rule"
    Just on the off chance
    A Cha-Cha with Chi-Chi the panda

    There's an injunction on part of this verse
    For the censored censored, it gets worse!
    The Guardian's screaming
    The lawyers are beaming
    And every report must be terse.
    For those who are feeling the cold
    Remember it stifles the mold.
    So get on with living
    Be loving and giving
    And let those warm feelings unfold. aaah
    In the middle of drinking some tea,
    I thought "this will make me pee". Old men and their bladders :-(
    What if I don't get up? ohdearohdearohdear
    Or I drench the new pup? yelp!
    A dilemma I'm sure you'll agree

    If you curtsey again I shall scream
    I can see your knickers, they're green
    At least, I think they're your pants
    Inside, I feel ants
    gnawing away at my spleen. What a compendium of non-sequiturs, mine included. I feel we can do better. :-)
    From Hackney to Bromley-by-Bow
    And the meadows of old Pimlico Already I'm liking the poetry of this one ....
    The byways we tread
    As we breathe in the lead
    And eastward t'wards Dagenham we go. Hit me with your rhythm stick!
    Kew Gardens; the height of the fall
    Has tourists who just have the gall
    To drop all their wrappers
    Then run like the clappers oblig
    and leg-it over the wall
    It's rumoured that Hampton Court Palace in keeping
    Was the setting for BBC's 'Dallas'
    And that really, JR
    Was Kath-ar-ine Parr
    Dressed-up and sporting a phalus.
    Meanwhile, back in Kalamazoo
    Michigan State's playing host to The Who
    They've already smashed
    Guitars and they've trashed
    all the hotels they've stayed in too
    George Bush isn't bright it is true
    But I don't think it matters, do you?
    He's just one of the guys.
    Although he denies
    The attack on Iraq was a coup
    From Kalamazoo to East Lansing
    "Who" fans blocked the streets up with dancing.
    But things went awry
    When a pineapple pie
    Hit the vocalist, who now just can't sing.
    thanks!
    On a day out with Danny La Rue
    I found half a didgeridoo
    Its twang was almighty
    - It was heard back in Blighty -
    and Danny dived into the loohighly unlikely, anyway it's a dunny down under, or so us poms are led to believe. Here endeth the lesson.
    Lusaka, Kinshasa, Harare
    St Fagans, Blaenavon and Barry
    Kilmarnock and Fife
    Looe and St Ive
    And Kenya (Whilst lost on Safari).
    They say I'm a much-travelled man
    And it's true - I've spent time in Japan
    and also on Mars
    (But mostly in bars)
    Where I filled up my green petrol can.
    Is it true to say green eggs and ham unfi...
    Are unfit for consumption by man ?
    With a fox, in a box
    and cream cheese and lox
    They're still better for you than spam.
    At last I have ultimate power! Muahahahaha!
    Before you all people shall cower! (echoes laugh)
    The formula's mine
    For the fog on the Tyne
    And the alpine fresh scent in your shower! It doesn't come much more potent than that.
    Syntactical rules are not made (sentence alert unfinished)

    Syntactical rules are not made
    to beguile, tempt, cajole or persuade
    But to help make some sense
    (and not cause offence)
    Of all the preceding tyrade
    My tirades 'gainst poor grammar are fraught
    With the pedantry that I was taught
    By a teacher at school
    (the silly old fool)
    His lessons weren't not what they ought.
    Bad grammar, poor syntax, crap rhyme
    So many to try, but no time!
    So here I will just unfinished...
    Make do with a lust
    For the great Ogden Nash in his prime.
    As Yoda declared once to me,
    'Confused by this all will you be'
    Well, he was right
    for I sat up all night
    I can't choose! With the plotline for Episode Three / How the hell did he beat Christ'pher Lee? / With a Grammar book, pencils and tea
    Whilst inhaling a pinch of good snuff
    I was tempted to say, to Frank Bough
    "Try this for size" [Dazed] Ah - so that's how they pronounce Buff in Brum :-) ]
    "It'll bug out your eyes"
    But I sensed that he'd had quite enough.
    While cruising to tropical climes
    To escape prosecution for crimes
    I happened to meet
    A cop on the beat
    Who said "Sunshine, you're nicked, you'll do time!"
    My cell is just six feet by ten
    And I share it with 26 men
    My left knee is wedged
    between something alleged unf...
    (sorry! for grammar:) behind something alleged
    to be bigger than that owned by Sven.
    If sleep were a treat, not a right,
    I think I'd still do it all night
    I'd stay in my pit
    Until I saw fit
    To get up [or just needed a shite] thangyew thangyew
    I wish I did not oversleep
    But when my alarm clock goes "beep"
    The temptation's too great
    And I must masturbate
    Because I've been counting those sheep.
    Of all of the people I've met,
    None compares to that nice Yorkshire vet
    for creatures, he's best great and small, that is
    But dont shake his hand, lest FG] I almost ruptured my throat laughing at that !
    Yours ends up all slimy and wet... eeeeewwww.....
    One Saturday in Piccadilly
    I met a transvestite called Lily bit of a drag, though
    She took me in hand
    (Plus a minor brass band)
    And then we... no, that would be silly
    One night, while traversing Kings Cross,
    Like a Rolling Stone gathering moss [invoking st dogmael]
    A complete unknown
    playing trombone
    Said, 'Quite frankly I don't give a toss'
    I think I've drunk too much 'Red Bull'
    So my bladder is buzzing and full [FG] I've got the most *awful* image in my mind of someone OD-ing on RB...
    My 'water' is pink
    And it's starting to stink
    I don't think I'm going to pull.
    I'm morose, really down in the dumps
    'Cos my willy has come out in lumps maintaining the base level
    He is such a good dog Straining to get out of the mire....
    He sits on the bog
    But when he gets to the sink, he just humps
    Sinatra was once heard to say
    I'm proud that I did things my way
    Though I cheated and cussed
    Was my hair ever mussed? Have I missed an obvious song-led rhyme here?
    and the Mafia augmented my pay
    Bruce Forsythe enjoyed a good game [penelope] Not that I made intentionally, no :)
    'Though his wig received all the acclaim
    It did a small jig
    Then grew very big
    Now it's taken the star role in 'Mame'
    My friend is called Pudsey the Bear (topical)
    We go round to children in care
    And give them a thrashing Children in Need? Why can't they stay in bloody need? That's not me talking btw - it's a quote from the Fast Show...
    With feathers, not bashing ... Which sounds a little like the sentences imposed on murderers, rapists etc. meted out by my local judiciary system.... (tucks occasional right wing tendencies over tender left wing and flies off.)
    It's a smash when it goes out on air! Or the S4C primetime highlight: "Children In Neath"
    I'm a big fan of Children in Neath
    And of Ladyboys in Cowdenbeath
    The Teenagers in Frome
    Have been swept to their doom
    And Looe Pensioners all have false teeth.
    Suspected of fiddling with boys,
    And playing with cudd-er-ly toys,
    Here soundeth the klaxon
    For that idiot Jackson (forced)
    Whose 'hanging' created some 'noise'.
    [Angus Prune] Forced? Forced???!!! Au contraire, it was a gift! Carefully planned and skilfully made!! If you don't like it, then don't take it! ;o)
    Caref'ly planned and skillf'ly made
    And usually cheerf'ly displayed
    Was the head of a moose
    Which hung from a noose
    Keeping fresh thanks to plenty of shade.
    While practising a quite tricky stunt
    With my neighbor, good old Allen Funt
    I fell in a trap
    Constructed of scrap
    Which proved that I'm simply a runt.
    This first line's a bit lame, it's true,
    And for the third, better must do.
    But to make matters worse
    This entire piss-poor verse
    Has ended up blocking the loo.
    Lets try Jackson now in the press !
    It's clear that his face is a mess a couple of tracks short of an album, if you ask me.
    And as for the songs
    Well - they right no wrongs
    String him up ! Lynch him ! Kill him ! YES YES!!!
    Let's all get together and sing
    A hymn to The Great Blob of Tring
    samn - simulposted! Of the relative merits of 'bling'
    Bifurcating: Whose one saving grace/The rocks and the gold
    Is the look on His face / Are a sight to behold
    And the merriment that it will bring. hoping I have covered both possibilities neatly in one line. :-)
    The chance that was too good to miss
    Ended up being seized by the Swiss
    The Americas Cup
    And the chance to throw up!
    Hang on. Are you taking the p*ss?
    / Jeez - that sure made limer-sense. Ah well - onwards and upwards ...
    Chalky - Whilst cooking in loco parentis
    (Mom*ma had gone off to the dentist)
    I put on the gas
    And shook my yas-yas (obscure 1930s southern US slang declared)
    And proved I was non compas mentis.
    [Tina] Good call.!
    I sit in my nice padded cell
    And giggle, as I ring my bell
    But the imps and the pixies
    Try to tell me that six is
    Seven, and eight is aswell
    I know how to carbonate tea
    And how to select the best Brie
    But what's got me stumped
    is how come I got dumped
    And why she picked a she over me
    While eating a plateful of turkey.
    Along with some bits of old jerky
    I started to wonder
    About having a chunder
    and that's why the fish tank's all murky.
    For Christmas I want in my stocking
    A hoist, to facilitate docking
    Though the fit may be tight,
    It will be all right
    bah! simulpost My prospects just might [forcing bifurcatory dénouement]
    [Thos] I'll slide it in with careful rocking. [Chalky] Avoid the scene getting too shocking.
    Bifurcation can be very tricky
    And if you're not careful, quite sticky.
    But if one can reverse
    In a Mercedes hearse
    One can refurcate in Billericay.
    Dear Santa, I'd like a new hearse Stealing pen's hearse theme as I like it! (hope you don't mind!)
    'Cause my death wish is getting much worse
    If you can't manage that
    I'll just bury the cat
    And then, when it's dead, write a verse.
    I read in the papers today
    Mutant Llamas are heading our way!
    So let's board up our houses
    And gird up our trousis oblig.
    Fall to our knees and just pray

    The only way to success
    In this game we call "Mornington Cresc.",
    Is so closely guarded
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