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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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Then six hands must be lots of fun
Arm wrestle arachnid
(Spider joke, hackneyed)
If compelled, just repeat until done. A bit like that last limerick. Seems we had a touch of the old Dollis Hillitis going on for a bit, eh?
A Republican from Norwich once wrote
'Limerick writers - take note ...
...On pain of your lives,
When rhyming with knives
Beware that they're not at your throat
I have no excuse this time, sir
I have not a clue, what is myrh?
Why, it's Gilead's balm
Applied underarm
Whence a sprouting of wings will occur.
A cockerel's a creature with wings
A young trained cock without any strings
. It can be a great pet,
If its mind isn't set
On hens and such sexual things
I once saw a porcupine fly
(A rare insect, from wetland Dubai)
It's covered in pricks
, performs magic tricks
in top hat, in tails and white tie!

Watch out for turnips in June
Oh poop. Round two:
Watch out for turnips in June
by the light of a silvery moon
They explode at a touch
maiming your crotch
And mature at the root far too soon
My apple is home to a worm
My bottom is home to a germ carefully lowering the tone.
And both, it is said
Will answer to "Fred"
It's enough to make anyone squirm
Whilst cutting a slice of Red Leicester Spelling puns?
(In my job as a milk product teicester)
I cut through a vein
While concealing disdain
and died in the old Zoo in Chester
Lim MC! I'll go first. Manor Park
??? "Oh What a lark!"
to frolick in the buff
Kim - I think your excellent first line may have been too subtle for some ... sorry chaps ...
Kim - Lim MC! I'll go first. Manor Park
Chalky - Then I'll follow in kind. Cutty Sark !
Ladies, perhaps you could explain the rules of how Lim MC works. Ordinary limericks work along the premise that lines 1, 2 and 5 rhyme, whilst 3 and 4 do also. Furthermore 1, 2 and 5 have typically nine syllables, whilst 3 and 4 have five. given that you've set a precedent that lines or names or moves(whatever term one should use) 1 and 2(and presumably 5) have four syllables, how many should 3 and 4 have? Or is that not important?
Oops! I meant to say "1 and 2(and presumably 5) have three syllables", but you get the gist.
If you read out the whole line 1 & 2 including the italicised part .. you will see that Kim and I have a perfect 9 syllables each :-) [oh ... and Kim is a chap]
*chortles* don't worry kim, I was accused of being a lady last week on the MCiOS chat room. just talk about football, that'll give them the idea, offside ref fullback pies burberry army.
Goodness me, Chalky. I'd never have spotted that. That's fantastic. My apologies however to you, Kim for presuming.

Ahem, anyway, I'll give this a go. Here's my move:

Then Bank I shall try.
To Debden I'll fly
Pah! That's a ploy pioneered on the Ark!!
To play Kightsbridge gets me a podume.

[I'm keeping up with the Lim MC theme. I figure that we ought to keep going 'til someone finds their way to MC. Also, to make the game even more fiendishly clever, all MC-based 'extras' like declaring home stations, aquiring snoods and podumes, bifurcations, issues of spoon etc. should be incorporated into the rhyme. Pretty groovy huh? Should make the game not only more interesting but more of a challenge. I can't wait t see how folk play it in Limericks if someone(God forbid) starts up a Dollis Hill loop.]
[now I realise why you folks, like Chalky and Dujon and Rosie and the Doc were pleased to see me return. It's 'cos I've always brought some strange permutation into the game at hand, thereby redrafting or abusing the game mechanics, in the past(at Pants) haven't I? Like Charades interrupting a game of BallyKissangels or turning Good News/Bad News into a horror story. My apologies to those of you who don't like it. I'm a rogue some might say.]
[I tell you what would be cool to do as a game - Limerick Charades. Whereas Online Text Charades differs from Sound charades in that it takes the form of a transcript of a conversation between two people(usually Dougal and Hamish), Limerick Charades would be a transcript in the form of a Limerick, from which we all guess the book, film song or play. Person 1 would have lines 1, 3 and 5, while person 2 would get 2 and 4. Now that would be a challenge, don't you think?]
But only if Bank's got enough room
For when at Russell Square
et si Monumentum requiris . . .
I'm confused (2 brain cells both, working over time).I liked the old Limerick game progress only confuses me......sigh.....
Fawning Till Pleasant
(Widey)I'm with you on that. This reminds of the entry in the Hungarian Phrase Book for Travellers "Lo! the train has left the rails". Time to get the cranes out.
Nah, just needs a bit of routine track maintenance...
To play Knightsbridge gets me a podume [doesn't scan all that well, Thax :P]
If Bank's only got enough room
For when at Russell Square
Oval freem ain't all there
Credit where it's due and all, I think it was Kim's idea. Seems if it wants to carry on organically it will do just that; but I'm with Rosie and widey - plain old limericks'll do me a treat, fanks.
(and if you're looking for a definition of a limerick, you could do worse than start here)
[rosie] phrase books are great - I had one that got lost in the move that had a whole section on what to yell out during sex... in French.
[Tidying up]
To play Knightsbridge gets me a podume
If Bank's only got enough room
For when at Russell Square
Oval freem ain't all there
So Wapping's the one, I presume?
In Egypt they do things with geese
which involve using feathers and grease
But in France and Japan
They just flush the pan Of course in Italy it's called the Po.
And then smear each other with cheese
On a radio station in Cheshire
They interviewed old M C Escher
whose illusory art
Was oft known to start
With a hunt for some long-buried treasure
I said not to mention the war
But you did, you incredible bore
Forget the Armada
Let's dance the Lambada
Until we both collapse to the floor!
There was a young lady from Venus
who discovered a thing which was heinous hoping this doesn't go in the obvious direction.....
It was firm and quite stiff
and on top was a quiff!
(Use a clean handkerchief)
Bugger! Missed the warning. Follow widey.
did we miss the last line there ? Are we being squeamish ?

Since you ask, that's a gun in my pocket

I shall pull it out, aim it and cock it
With unerring aim
But no malice or shame
But it could go off early if knockéd Coat!
I once wrote a poem, it's true,
But ask me to show 'em, I'll sue going with po-em...
The verse was quite blank
But exceedingly frank
And the sentiment expressed was blue
What is the meaning of this?

There was a young lady from Venus
Who discovered a thing which was heinous
It was firm and quite stiff
And on top was a quiff

She exclaimed "Something has come between us!"

Breadmaster - What is the meaning of this?
Chalky - You promised perpetual bliss
But your penis is tiny
And your voice is so whiny
And you're constantly out on the piss!
I once heard a fellow named Guy
Had set sail on the great Bering Sea
He found that the boat
Smelled throughout of dead goat
And the gunnels were filled with horse pee
What a charming impression it makes
When you stuff up your mouth full of cakes
If you fall to the ground
And attempt to expound
on aught but the Progress of Rakes.
On reading this website I find
It quite tedious and unkind (but not really!!)
And when you arrive
The place is alive it is, it is!
With the sound of the Crescenter's mind. ... except the BanterGame today :-(
It's a year since this site went on-line
And we've all had a jolly fine time
So please raise your glass
Put a cork in your arse Sorry to lower the tone, but this is getting a bit smug.
To say cheers, rab & Nik - it's just fine. [Rosie] Why apologise? FWIWIMHO - not smug, just right.
A pat on the back is OK
So long as we don't lose our way
Let's try not to boast
Just nod to our host
Without getting too over-gay.
I am happy and clappy and gay!
I am the new vicar, let us pray
For it's said, love thy neighbour
On the sabbath, don't labour No problem. Just getting up is bad enough.
And don't covet your friends' nuts in May.
To begin a new week it is wise
To slap a young wench on the thighs
But not on her bum
Or the back of her tongue
Lest you suffer an early demise!
Reportedly, I have been shot
That's the press for you, is it not? Unless it's true, of course.
The news story stated
That I'd bifurcated
That Raak's implicated
after Kim: in a complex and intricate plot
after Twiki: I'd ne'er bifurcated 'till now
But in the future I will, that I vow
Till I chanced upon this magic cow bifurcating, natch
I'll split an' I'll splice / Her twink-er-ling udders [bifurcating with a vengeance]
I'll chop and I'll dice / Quite gave me the shudders
Re-uniting? No way.../But her double cream's good...
I'll allow

I sat on the barstool, confused
Which way round the Med had I cruised?
my head swum with gin
And a hellish loud din
Why, oh why, had I never refused?
In order to lose seven stone
I gave our pet dog my thigh bone
And my head to the cat
who was sprawled on the mat
Now I'm lighter but can't use the phone
I broke my New Year's reolution

I broke my New Year's resolution
And failed to give up prostitution
It's a lucrative game
For a pantomime dame
And does wonders for the constitution - accent on the "the". Sorry but I don't know how to draw the line (in html).
B'smith - nice one ... a simple < hr > without the spaces does the trick :-)
When I go to Luton I take
A bottle of ready-soused hake
A sandwich of spam
A freshly killed lamb
And a herb-stuffed and roasted corncrake.
I've just found a bat in my tea!
But do I play cricket? Not me!
Though I have this box
It's storage for socks
That's quite handy I'm sure you'll agree and now a drum-roll please...............
Wey hey!! Thanks once again Chalkers.
I've just found an owl in my pint!
Can the pussy-cat be far behind?
(tricky) or is it a scene in my mind
Though the grog's made me blind (not such good form.)
And my verse is quite blank you will find-t. There is no word in the English language that rhymes with pint, otherwise I am sure that the great Sir John Betjeman would surely have written about beer in Slough.
I think's there's a man in my garden!
(In the suburbs of Henly in Arden)
Perhaps he's a gnome
I wish he'd go home
'Cause his stance is beginning to harden.
teehee
The Grimblepritz lives in a cave
He does not know how to behave
He once caused a fight
Then used dynamite
Instead of a razor to shave.
The Flubadub rubs on a tub
Which comes from the hub of a sub
But a bop with a mop
And a fop who's a sop
Scrub mud with the grub from the club
blast!
I've just bought a cake in Dundee
I'm taking it home for my tea
But Hamish and Dougal Oblig.?
Have been somewhat more frugal
and boiled up a brew from old-wee (yuk)
Duh-da-da-duhhh
There was a young lady called Annie
Who loved a good old Hootenaney
While taking a dance
She'd rip off her pants
For a doh-si-doh with her Aunt Fanny.
Now, fanny may mean many things
For Yank and Brit different bell rings
The way that it parses
In the US it's arses
But whichever it is, it mings.sorry girls, don't mean it really, it just rhymed and made me laugh
There once was a Turtle named Walter
Who attended the Conference of Yalta Very long-lived, turtles, so probably still alive. But then, so am I. :-)
with wit and with charm
And the twist of an arm
He succeeded in annexing Malta.
all above] BRAVO !
I'll second that
'Tis a while since I posted a line
- been busy stealing the fog from the Tyne
So why-aye, alreet
man, leave us the sleet (Proj)You bin read'n' Viz again?
So we've got a reason to bitch and whine.
ÕÒÞ§¡ I forgot to add the hard return. ♣
There once was this fellow from Lund
who embezzled his firm's pension fund
He put large amounts
Into offshore accounts oblig.
And claimed it was the lottery he'ed just won'ed

plump] OUCH!
My offshore account on Madeira
Is filled to the rafters with Lira
The int'rest is high
I'm not quite sure why
Now I fear the pursuit of Megaera.
A kidney that's doubled in size
May give you a giant surprise,
If you tighten your belt
The squeeze will be felt
Even after we’ve closed our flies.
There once was a farmer named George,
that was supposed to be the start of the next piece of art..... (how is that accomplished....? maybe a little sweet person can tell me one day?)
I'm not a sweet little person but I'll tell you today. Follow this link ...
http://mustela.phyast.pitt.edu/basichtml.html
To be fair to the Spanish Armada
They just needed to sail a bit harder
For the atlantic drift (its true i watched a tellie program an all)
May have tightened their rift
Gee... thx Chalky I think I’ve got it! And they turned home again and got nada…
There was once a farmer named George
Whose cow,(name of Daisy), would gorge
On the best golden wheat
Then kick George in the seat
So he fit her custom shoes in his forge
It's just ten and six in this style
Tho' not many sold for a while
But if Sir likes it tighter
Or pinker, or whiter
Our surgeon is quite versatile.
"I shall now make a lat'ral incision
then a transversal cut with precision
Then carefully ... oooops

I delve in the forests at night.
In search of the rare woodland sprite
Is it here? Is it there?
I don't really care
The pub's open,I'm off, nighty-night!
Sagacity, some of the time, ...
can display itself as a good rhyme
However, beware!
For knowledge is ne'er
That Projoy committed a crime
When screwing make sure to turn right
While gripping the screwdriver tight
When banging a nail
You are sure not to fail
Provided you do it at night.
The truth is, your honour, I'm mad
Which is why, in this kumquat I'm clad
So do, please, acquit me
You see, it don't fit me
It needs taking in just a tad.
I’m so glad that we made it tonight,
Although, to be fair, it weren't right
We're both dressed in lace
There's jam on your face
And my trousers are really too tight
It hasn't upset me at all
That autumn is also called fall
After fall winter raises
No prospect of daisies
And back to the start of it all.
I can see in my payslip today
That tonite’ we’ll have stone soup with hay
But when I were a lad
(I were told by me Dad)
We 'ad rhubarb wi' custard AND clay.
T'problem wi' t'youth of t'day
They cannot spell and don’t want to pay
For some government schemes
Or Tony Blair's dreams
So sod'em that's what I say

There was a young lad from Calcutta
Who invented a new type of putta
using Hindi technique
and a pelican beak
He was swiftly denounced as a nutter

So what do you make of this boil?
I’d put in salt and add some oil,
But the bit that annoys so
Leaks a yummy pastry dough
...buried 6 feet under top-soil.
She said her name was SinnerElla (?),
Drawing the line... here:
She said her name was SinnerElla (?), (sorry, forgive a humble whoresman from the stable...)
She'd been familiar with this 'ere rich fella
How cared not for the poor
e jes wanted to do 'er
So they discretely retired t'cellar.
Ah've fergotton 'ow ter tork proper
And me grammar were coming a cropper
Ah drops all me 'aitches
But how Mr Henry replaces
...a Queens head by using a chopper? (maybe ‘enery the eight thought his wives talked too much?)
....long ago in a land far away,
lived a sly beast by name of Foreplay
What he did with his tongue
Could replace a bad hung
- over sentence which might go astray.
Well Hello, Blunder et al - good game eh?
9/10 for scansion.
It's not right, but we'll make do for now
We'll stick to the guidelines somehow
But really, it's torture
And really, you oughtcher
Oops...
And really, you oughtcher
Convert from your voodooism to Tao? Hi Chalky et al. Nice site for nice people it seems (sofar!).
"It’s the house-rule!", she said, and undressed,
So the cop put her under arrest
"You can't do that 'ere"
"Put on your brassiere"
"You'll 'ave time fer all that at the inquest."
:)
He booked'er and tooked'er downtown
In the backseat ha said: “Please cool down!” Hi Oegy, nice lines!
She said, "But I'm hot."
"And I notice you've got
Your hosepipe caught in my nightgown".
If the plural of moose is ... well, moose
That's English - it's always quite loose
But mooses or meeces
Mongoose or mongeeses
Try getting it right? What's the use?
The teacher looked straight at the class.
She said: "Now, if you don't pass,
I'll take you outside
And tan your backside oblig.
Till I've took the shine off your brass. Hi Blunder ... thanx
There once was a lascivious louse,
Who pursued a sweet tender titmouse
“May I bite your left tit?”
She giggled a bit
And said, "Not without showing more nous."
There must be a way to ensure
That lines contain wit, not manure
If there is we don't know it
"Bugger, that's blown it"
So lets all rhyme "wit" with "ordure"
(talking about farming…) A farmer once said to his milkmaid:
"Have you ever heard excellent filk played" Milkmaid??
" It sounds pretty good" [yes, Blunder - if you're intending to swamp us with your contributions - it's considered non de rigeur to post a rhymeless word in here. ]
As a parody should I suppose there's always Marco Polo's job...
...and me hayloft’s a good place to get laid…
One iamb and these two anapaests,
felt lines could grow outo’ their chests,
they wrote lines, one good meter
two – three feet, and no cheater
Thanks for the lesson! Did all pass the tests?
A metrical system with feet ?
Well, I'm close to admitting defeat I know it doesn't really matter and I shouldn't care and this is probably just projection over other stuff that's bothering me, but, for heaven's sake, the last one had only one scanning line.
Sorry, I exaggerated. Two scanning lines.
Don’t give up, help is near!Here I've found some useful hints regarding Limericks: http://www.limericks.org/pentatette/whatis.htm
Let us raise a great cheer
For a decent one when it's complete.
*great cheer*
Know what you're saying Projoy - and even though it shouldn't really matter [in the wider scheme of things], it kind of does matter. I am consoled by the evidence that all three limerick games invariably suffer phases of crappiness, but right themselves eventually.
There were a young lad, like, from 'ull That's a capitalapostrophe, by the way.
Who resembled a young herring gull
Though his bill wasn’t red,
'e 'ad nowt in 'is 'ead PJ] a quite justified outburst, imbued with a marvellous level of pathos.
It's as well 'e 'ad a thick skull.
Pj] I sort of figure I haven't been around long enough around to get to express annoyance, and should just keep listening and watching and seeing how it's done... But when all someone would have to do is swap the word order, or leave out one modifer, to have a line that would work... Well, it seems disrespectful of the forum to not take the extra 10 seconds to make sure.
But still, in the great scheme of things
We must all learn to suffer the slings
Don’t give up come what may
For there will come a day
When some are Beggars and we are the Kings
There once was a girl who was single,
And her toes, they always would tingle
As she imagined her beau
With fame, looks, and dough
making all their naughty bits mingle. Disgraceful!
Why is it that windows can shatter
And why is it women do chatter?
We should blame Billy Gates! This is an utterly serious matter! Linux may not be perfect either, but there's no big noise when it shatters ;-)
And all his rich mates!
This is an utterly serious matter! Sorry, couldn't resist.
There are some occasions, I’ve heard Kim, it's OK. 'twas supposed to be the second line but Software had more well-oiled keys and you are the smartest of us all I guess?
When someone assumes the absurd
Like: I’m here – I exist !
And I'm totally pissed!
So sorry we are for what occurred.
Sir Leofric and Lady Godiva
Well Leofic once tried to swive her First time medieval literature module has come in useful
But her chastity belt
Was now was sorely felt
So he couldn't be a muff diver. I'll...just...
....draw a line....
The trouble with eating in bed
Is that bedbugs demand to be fed
And the crumbs in your bum
Go all crusty then hum
Let’s eat at the Waldorf instead.
Her heart was as cold as an ice cube
And lips turned blue when kissing her left boob (o)(o)
But the risk of Frost Bite
When I clasped her so tight
...think I’ll grease my lips with an anti-frost lube?
in those days when women were chaste,
Men's romantic trust was misplaced
Years spent away on crusades rush the 'time spent' bit
Left at home merry maids [pen] Or just drop the "away"?
who's lust was for thrust and not rust!
*calling in a "this doesn't rhyme" objection, although the line is v good...
... just when things were beginning to look up. Tut.
who's lust was for thrust, no time to waste!
I do my poofreading with MS-Word,
This is the best thing I’ve never herd !
But if you want to Excell,
And to scan and perfectly spell
Don't use spellcheck, use a dictionary instead! Some of Mr Gates' "suggestions" are laughable.
I will post no more lines to this site
Cause B Gates are dating me tonight
Are been messed around ;)
And my output are turning to sh*te OK then, it's back to the basics. Now people, pay attention...
There once was a barmaid from Sale
Who had lovely big jugs full of ale
She came to my table
And asked: Are you able…
And that was the end of my tale.
A good-natured nudist from Crew
Lost his sweater in Birmingham zoo
He searched high and low
but what he didn't know (my last effort did rhyme if you look at the first line, as it always does if you count in time...so yah boo sucks to ZK
[widey] With respect, it didn't. "Chaste" and "rust" just don't rhyme. Feel free to elucidate if you feel they do.
Was that it had been et - by a gnu
I have a confession to make
I just ate a seven-pound cake.
I now weigh twelve stone
Yet I'm still skin and bone!
cause all that I eat is just fake?
Once the Bishop of Westminster Abbey
the metre-maid
The Bishop of Westminster Abbey
Had a scandalous fling with a cabbie
Then His Holiness said:
Eat my body, my bread
(that should have been in quotes)
"Go on, It's not all that flabby Where is that coat of mine?

Three amphibrachs: feminine ending.
on hold for a Limerick pending
judicious deployment (Projoy) There's me amphibrachs, matey; where are yours? :-)
delicious enjoyment..my favorite amphibrachs. Cheers all!
[Rosie] - Ensuring avoiding offending
[Rosie] There you go. I've often wondered whether you can only count whole words as feet or whether you can run over the barlines, so to speak. Is the first line above made of three amphibrachs, or a single syllable followed by two dactyls then a trochee? Perhaps there is no answer.

These wierdos are speaking in Greek!
True Britons the baselines must seek! Me neither Greek nor Brit...
Let's talk Anglo-Saxon (Projoy) I think you can run over the barlines, as you say, if the two words are part of a phrase but I think it would be stretching the definition to breaking point to call that first line 3 amphibrachs. One possibly i.e. "amphibrach" but I'm not sure where the stress lies. It's not in my Concise Oxford Dictionary 1964. Too bloody concise, obviously. :-)
Let’s rhyme that with huuh...... Jackson
Now I talk and I look like a freak.

They met at the bar 'Lotus Flower',
At the foot of Pisas leaning tower
She sipped a Martini
He showed her his "weeny"
They both slipped away for a shower
[Rosie] I think the word "amphibrach" is a dactyl, stress on the first syllable. I must admit (perhaps because of a musical sort of background) I'd never really considered the whole-phrases question in that light. In music it's 3/4 (or whatever) regardless of the lyrics fall. By that perception a limerick line is always three amphibrachs (or two and an iamb), whatever the enjambement. It's when you get into freer verse, like sonnets, that it gets really hard to judge. We had a discussion a while back about whether "Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day" is really five iambs, or (as your view suggests) a dactyl, spondee, anapest and iamb (or maybe choriamb, dactyl, antibacchius). Anyway, the only reason for posting on it was that I just found this, which is surely the most definitive list of metrical feet to be found on the web. Anyone for some double asclepiads?
So Crowley Deck's a Tarot-dactyl
Don’t ask me, I think they used butyl? (Toby, I don't get what you're aiming at, but in Greek mythology the Dactyls were a strange race of creatures associated with the goddess Cybele and they were believed to live on Mount Ida and invented the art of working metals into usable shapes with fire)
(And as this site seems to be a good place for education, here’s a little something to enlighten your tarot knowledge? http://www.bureau-13.com/crowleys_deck.html)
It's a pun. The phrase is a dactyl; I was aiming at dinosaurs.
And there are things that rhyme with it.
There once was a Tarotic Dino; Who courted a horny young Rhino; The made love for a week; And they danced cheek to cheek; After while came a Wine-Dine Bambino
What happened to The Back to Basics campaign? Were you not listening, Toby and anonymouse? Tsk,tsk.
There was a bling-merchant from Slough
who's only friend was a cow!
But he sold her for beans, *apologising for the slightly irregular metre*
And you know what that means
He had to let Grandma pull the plough. So, we’re back to basics huh? Considering she’s just 90 and is eating like a horse it’s OK with me ;-)
There once was a preacher in Venice
who had a big red engine called dennis
And he played with his toy
allow me ...
There once was a preacher in Venice
Who had a red engine called 'Dennis'
He played with his toy
Bringing solace and joy
As an arsonist he was a menace.
Oh, show me the way to go home!
I tire and would fain go to bed
[Kim] Or "to Rome", maybe? Or "v'dome"?
Cause I’m longing so for Jerome, We will meet in Kim’s bed hi Projoy, please carry on...
for reasons best unsaid (Marc) As far as I know, Kim is a bloke, as I am too. :-)
(But let’s nail ‘im down at his tome;-) ... arn't we all blokes doing what we do right now??
There once was a man on the Moon
But no-one is going back soon
The cost was tremendous
The locals horrendous
And the shops kept on shutting at noon.
I can't stand a woman who moans *female author get-out clause declared*
And who nags, bickers, argues and drones *quickly getting out of the room declared*
So when I have time
I will teach her to mime
And keep her away from the phones.
There was a young lad from Madras
Trained a rather intelligent ass     As one does.
It could mime and eat apples
chew dildos, make fallefels
and prove theorems by Pythagoras (a square ass indeed!)
You sleep very well in Dundee
Unless stung on the nose by a bee
But under your kilt oblig.
is the source of your guilt Ooh, deep insight.
and that which thou useth to pee.
Whilst swimming with old Jacques Cousteau
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