mc5 - The Obligatory Limericks Game

Because it's bombarded

Tuj

By the bloodsucking hounds of the Press.

Z.K.

Out bowling with old Tony Blair,

plump

I stamped on his foot for a dare

Thos

He said "Listen, mush"

Zooological Keeper

Nobody but Bush (a gift)

Ever gets to touch me just there! Oh, the satire of it all.

I ache for the touch of your lips (dear)

But much more for some good fish and chips (sorry)

smothered in salt

snorgle

and vinegar malt

Wol

rubbed in wounds that are left by your whips. accepting Kim's invitation

I stimulate this piece of dough

Software

I'm podgy, lethargic and slow this is only verse, you understand...

And so when I stroke More "t" in simulate, Vicar?

The fat, stodgy bloke Try and keep this clean please?

I'm confident nothing will grow I did my best...

When eating a bucket of rice

Chalky

Try saying "janitor" - twice