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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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I'm sick of your moods,
and your Chopin Preludes
Hence I'll play by myself and go blind ... I'm leaving
Cette sauce d'haute qualité
qui contient d'la merde rechauffée
est un petit peu drolle
nous sommes a l'ecole?
Bien sur - comme vous avez gouté!
Vous avez le Knockwurst chez vous?
Aber nein doch, das geb' ich nicht zu
Mais, ce grand saucisson?
*no "?" intended*
dont l'odeur est si bon
Damnit teach me to spend a long time reading before posting...
Das ist Bratwurst nicht Knockwurst, (qui pue !)
What's wrong with plain English I ask?
Mon Dieu! Nous sommes taken to task.
Mais j'ai peur that I'm stuck
Und Ich hab nicht mehr luck
Et je veux's Nächstenmal we speak Basque.
- oh, sorry
Last night as I went off to bed
, a polka dot scarf on my head,
I tripped on a stair
Landing on Tony Blair
Now I'm in Belmarsh until I am dead!
The trouble with children today
Is they don't kneel down and pray
When asking permission
to indulge in coition
They say "No, you big perv, go away"
When the Crescenters arrive at rab,
They find it all dreary and drab poetic licence. Not true, rab sweetie.
With colours insipid - second application for poetic license
Walls all strippéd - can it really be this bad?
But I'm joking -- it's really ab fab!
I know all the secrets of love
When to wriggle, when to roll, when to shove.
But this illness, I fear
Was brought on by beer
so I'm flacid and won't fit like a glove
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