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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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I've not been around for a while
As you'll see if you look in my file.
In fact, I've been shaking
My booty, and making
A fortune by flashing my smile.
Hooray. What perfect scansion that one had!
Joe Public just hasn't a clue
'Bout the plan to submerge London Zoo
For the canal will be dammed
And an hippopotamus rammed
In an effort to clean up its poo. coat
Some carollers came down our way
"Penny for the song" they all started to say
"For 2p we'll just go"
"And for 3p, we'll show..."
"what happens inside Santa's sleigh."
I did all my laundry today (Almost true, even)
. My whites were getting quite gray.
But a sneaky blue sock
ruined the whole f******g lot!
Dunno what my missus will say! been there, done that...
One day I went fishing for bass.
Instead, I hooked a bold lass
she'd dipped in the buff
And had just had enough poised...
Of the plaice so I floundered a pass
Pray silence to mark our respect [st d] classy!
For a thing that is very erect
It stands out proud
and attracts quite a crowd
It's said to have a healing effect
While in a nativity play
(When the shepherds had knelt down to pray)
Mary let out a scream
When she stood up, a bream
Was revealed, still alive, in the hay.
Poor Joseph was shocked to the core
When he found what the donkey was for
"You just lift the tail
It'll fill up a pail
If you tickle his balls he'll do more
An angel, by the name of Trevor
Oh buttons, how did that happen ?
An angel, by the name of Trevor
Used to work whatever the weather pronounced "wever" :-)
His wings might get chilly,
But never his willy,
all swathed in its loin cloth of leather.
It's festive, it's bright, and it's gay
It's the New Santa! Now on his way
To deliver your gift
'tho he is pis't
and likely to 'total' his sleigh...
Christmas parties are dangerous things
For married men take off their rings!
There's no way of knowing
What seeds they are sewing.
25 hours of stunned silence - a mercy killing is obviously needed:
(when lining up their New Year flings)
disclaimer: the sentiments expressed above do not represent my personal viewpoint and I would like to assure the readers that faithful husbands were not used [or even stitched up] in the making of that last limerick :-)
Wrapping up presents is fun
A ball and some slippers, a gun... in the form of a list, y'see
..a hanky and socks
...some ears just like Spocks,
And a bottle of rosé Blue Nun.
Why, Grandma, it's just what I wanted!
Is what I would have said - but I grunted
'Twas all I could manage
On that day in Swanage (it doesn't rhyme, I know)
After a kiss from my old transvestite aunt Ted

The sexton said to the vicar
(Who reacted with naught but a flicker)
"Which way do you lean .. [UNfinished quote alert]
because you see I'm quite keen careful, now...
To make your silk vestments look slicker.
Twas the night before Christmas, it's said,
While all the good folk were a'bed,
That Santa's wee elves
make friendly spells
for sugarplums and gingerbread. (ignoring Fridge's blatant mixing of tenses)
Sesquipedalianism
essentially, verbosity driven
Makes people, in herds
(Whose brains are like bird's)
Feel their corpus callosum is riven.
I saw David Beckham last week
I gave his left butt cheek a tweak
It came off in my hand
which was not what I'd planned
so next week I'm in front of the beak. One wonders what Victoria would say - if she actually realized, that is.
One has to be cruel to be kind ... sigh
So here is a piece of my mind
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
My fingers are feeling quite sore Make of it what you will...
For I got them trapped in the door
It could have been worse
For I got the nurse
To kiss them and wrap them - and more!
I once knew a man from Northants
who cooked a stew made of old pants
with dumplings like lead
And an old cabbage head
all garnished with microwaved ants.
One day I'll stop starting the rhyme
start stopping - now is the time
When future and past
Turn to present, at last
Was and will be starstopting sublime.
It's been a stop/start kind of day
Iv'e been casting my glances away
, The kind where there's simply no way
oops simulpost. Ignore mine.
Too late, It's been captured online
On balance, we'll go with Zarbenia
It's been a stop/start kind of day
I've been casting my glances away
where shall I go?
'Cos I simply don't know
How to finish this in a clever way
The trouble with being so clever
Is you can't keep your thoughts all together
They prance and cavort
Way odd in an of sort
Thus scuppering scansion endeavour [ZK - what were you thinking of?] :-)
The trouble with aardvarks is this:
(Trust me, I'm not taking the piss) [Chalky - the 2nd line of the limerick, naturally :)]
Alphabetically
they're tops, if trickily Do I read you right, Chalks?
served under hot melted Swiss.
My belt hardly fits round my waist!
All due to a turkey's great taste
The magic of 'tatoes
Purchased from Waitrose Best I could do. (PP) "Taters" would have been easier.
And eaten with indecent haste

In the post-Christmas, pre-New Year gap [Rosie] I thought of "And - yikes! - up my weight goes" for the 4th line above, but decided against it.
The TV has rather less pap. (Kim) No worse than mine! I tried to think of the chemical name for various sugars, eg lactose, fructose, sucrose etc but the neurons had congealed. Alas!
Though there's no more The Office
The ISIHAC sophis- (-try, -ticated, -m, etc.)
-ticates will say 'bah' to the crap.
There once was a girl called Sally
A 'bush baby' born in the mallee
Her chief claim to fame Wossa "mallee", Duj?
Was a deep source of shame
For the dark deed she'd done in the alley.
There once was a playwright called Will
Who said that he'd had his fill unfinished sentence alert..
So with a groan and a sigh
And a tear in the eye
Declared "Not to be!". (Slave to the quill). Stony ground, snorgle. :-(
With due apprehension and dread
I approached the dark land of the dead
with a pencil full of lead
From the gloom and the drear [Widey] Sorry, but given your unorthodox rhyme and non-existent scansion, I thought this limerick deserved better.
There came to my ear
'Ace of Spades' from the band Motörhead.
And now I'll begin a new ditty
And though it be brief, 'tis not pretty
For the tale's one of woe
As these ditties go
'cos I support Birmingham City.
It was in Scotland I seem to remember
That I had begun to dismember
A turtle called Pete
I needed to eat
Since breakfast was served last September
As the Old Year came to an end
And my brain cells all went round the bend
I said "Happy Hogmanay!"
And saw out the day
Passed out, on the floor, with a friend
It's still not New Year in Caracas (as I write)
And the natives are causing a fracas pronunciation wild...
For they love Hogmanay
But would get blown away
If they used fireworks as maracas
Among my new year's resolutions
I shall try to refine my ablutions
I shall shave every day Sorry, Chalky - nowt personal!
For it's so distingué
'mongst those whom "I'mSorryIHaven'tAClue" shuns.
I once had a donkey to lunch
With a sigh he started to munch
"oh, this lettuce is limp"
"oh, this lettuce is limp"
"And I don't like the shrimp"
so from now on we only do brunch!
A Happy New Year to you all
In particular those who're named Paul
and Kathys as well,
And Simon, and Nell
In fact to the entire roll call.
I've been dining on old tangerines
In the company of two ethereal queens
We avoided the mints
but don't those queens mince!
No wonder they quit the Marines....
I've found, with a couple of kippers,
I can manage without pipe and slippers
For, when smoked on the fire, (Are kippers already smoked? Does it matter?)
and wrapped up in barbwire
You can't beat a couple of strippers.
There once was a herring named Barb,
Who looked foolish attired in such garb
As a bright crimson mac
of polymerised cack (Thrax) Jayne Mansfield could've dealt with herrings, but those F****** LOBSTERS!
Imported from deepest Punjab.
A Hippo has been found on Mars
With a beagle that fell from the stars
And its furtive silence
Gave dramatic Licence Rosie, you're not still on lobster duty are you? I'd have thought that after all your long years of faithful service you might get a prmotion to a slightly better job - perhaps involving Julia Roberts' bottom and grey squirrels.
To ad men peddling cars.
As God is my witness, I swear
I never did that, anywhere
Unless you have proof
Of that night on the roof
of my waywardly yoof (Thrax) You know where you are with lobsters. Grey squirrels? BASTARDS!
When I simply had nothing to wear I feel that works whichever of the simulposts you read!
It simply defies rhyme and reason
At the end of the holiday season
To buy Wizard of Oz
[The Songbook] because
To my ears it's insufferable treason. Far better, if you as me, is Dark Side of the Rainbow. You'd love that one, Chalky. IF you ever carry out your threat and make it to Swindon, I'll treat you to it, if you've not witnessed it before. :) Now then, let's try the good Doctor's prescription...
Hey! it worked!! Festivaalllll!!
Rejoice! Let us sing and make cheer!
For the chance to F**k up a New Year I'm back from by Gallic celebrations, all the best for the new Year, one and all.
We'll start right away
For the chance to F**k up a New Year I'm back from by Gallic celebrations, all the best for the new Year, one and all.
And repeat right away Congratulations, Softers. One New Year Limerick F**ked up as intended. Well done. ;)
Rejoice! Let us sing and make cheer!
Let's all drink gallons of beer!
We'll start right away
(and there was me thinking that this was a limericks game...)
[nights] They all turn into something resembling MC in the end, you know...
And we'll brook no delay
[b]Someone tell me which line we're at here.[/b] Aha! I managed to vent my predicament and play a valid move into the bargain.
(but bugger up the HTML, 'cos another site I visit uses '['s and ']'s rather than '<'s and '>'s. Sorry folks.)
For the chance to F**k up a New Year
That's enough of that. 11-line limericks vex me.
If two heads are better than one
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
I noticed black shadows below
I pointed and said
"I thought Blackbeard was dead!"
“But look out, cause he’s still on the show!”
She once got this funny idea
To make Humpty Dumpty a peer
But dubbing his shell
Caused the poor egg to swell
And cracked up his lovely veneer.
In the grand scheme of things - on the whole,
We may soon end up in - a black hole,
On the road – let’s have fun!
Before we become
Singularitarly out of control
The tortuous path to nirvana
Is halituous using marijuana
[anonymouse] You have enriched my knowledge of English.
To light up a spliff
And crash out like this
[Raak]It is explained in OneLook (halituous=like breath; vaporous) and the line is supposed to mean that you end up as smoke instead of reaching nirvana if you are stupid enough to use that drug (please also note the attemt to get a double rhyme with line 1).
You’d better turn left in Botswana?
She walked along Copacabana
masked by nought but a smoking Havana
But when the wind blew
up her dress flew!
some white-space here In a
Clearly provocative manner.
(revealed she’s a Fata Morgana?)
In order to make a white sauce
To compliment your favorite fish course
Take some butter and flour
Stir at least once an hour
Then remove from the pan with brute force!
Soft bran, taken three times a day,
For chick’s, to keep the cock away, ...birdie nam nam...
Little chicks that are fed
Little chicks in my bed....
It'll fix all their ailments, hooray! [Marc] <mode="patronise"> line four scanned wonderfully, nearly there with line two ;-) </mode>

Please look at my lovely new bladder!
A loan from my grandma’s puff adder,
The large venom sac
Can be strapped on my back
And doubles-up as a nice ladder
My sting then may spit a big splatter (using rhyming license 2684, US-accent imitation, and [Bigsmith] "Age before beauty!" ;-)
(Which is banned at the Henley Regatta)
[Marc] I believe the usual retort to "age before beauty" is "pearls before swine". :) Continuing from what I take is UK's second line of a limerick beginning with your last line...
I must first get my coat
Then as ‘Korky’ we’ll float…
As my world may suddenly shatter.
Red Baron chased this Sopwith Camel,
Steered his plane - one eye of enamel,
One tooth of pure steel,
And a screw-off left heel
Curse you!, you Teutonic trammel
I'm itching to tell you my news!
Termites are eating the pews!
The vicar's gone mad!
There’s nothing to add!...lots of !!! tonite...
Does all of this tend to bemuse?
You know, I look forward to Monday
'Cos it always comes right after Sunday (grabbing the only rhyme for "Monday" in the language...)
Tho' Saturdays tend
To mark the weed's end One epiphany after another, this one...
Goddammit, "weeks's", you know I meant
Oh, I give up.
...let’s hope you are through before Friday?
They Samba a lot down in Rio,
While driving in a Renault Clio
So when you cross the street
Don't look at your feet
Just do it all with style e con brio.
“I can’t dance but I’m yours!” she said,
"But you'll find that I'm alright in bed"
So under the duvet
We play games that two play taking the male voice for this line
She came first past the post by a head.
disgraceful!
It's time for a nice cup of soup
Because everything else I throw up (Northern accent declared)
…unless whiskey you add… (any accent possible)
...then you won't feel so bad (RP invoked)
Though it may cause a case of the droop.
"The game," Sherlock said, "is afoot!"
"Let's follow these footprints of soot!" (It could happen)
My dear Watson, however,
Not nearly so clever
Quite ugly, and bald as a coot
There's a bloke that works in our office
Who says he's the author of Sophos (the virus)
He is bald but not bold
and frankly looks old
But his code's not as vile as his cough is.
Standing naked, on hill, with eyes closed
Is not as much fun as supposed
It gets rather chilly
Around the old willy ... Yeah, I know - coat!
Not mentioning things unexposed....
She couldn’t resist what she saw,
The (shining) gold-tooth in his upper jaw,
The stainless steel hand
his wooden leg and..
.. his triumph in the Lotto™ draw.
his hardwood dick without any flaw.alternative ending and line 4: one banger, tin canned?
[Marc] are we supposed to applaud your lines 2, 4 & 5? :-)
[Chalky] no, they are submitted just as examples of lines that should be banned from a serious site like this and any mature person writing such should be ashamed! ;-)
There are times when it’s nice to be mean,
Mr Average, Joe Cool, Mr Clean
are all personal friends
And we follow the trends
Kicking ass, giving bruises bluish green. do you mean 'mean' or just 'mean'?
Now soon it is time for the Harley,
Said my friend, dear old, old Jacob Marley, indirect statement sloppily invoked
He first got a TATTOO
His Hells Angels membership came through
So he downed a brewed barrel of barley. [plump] Don't let Penelope see that line...
There once was a Jackalope hunter,

There once was a Jackalope hunter,
Who took on a post as a punter. Argh! No pun intended!
He punted his boat
To an island remote
And hoisted a wild Jackass Gunter
Some sailors get wet when they're sailing,
Some whalers get wet when they're whaling
But me and my crew
Get seasick, and we spew
And don't bother to lean o'er the railing
That last one made me laugh out loud
And banished my gloomy black cloud ... me too :-)
So rejoice and be merry
And toast it with perry
For being so comicly endowed
My spirits have taken a dive
; My sandwich of onion and chive unfini...
Has thrown itself off
As it forced me to cough
up all over this 'orrible dive.
Preventative measures exist
To stop you from getting too pissed
Use a plug or a bag ....
Or the missus will nag
but don't become misogynist. With suitable syncopation.
There once was a spy in the Whitehall,
Who slipped all the mandarins Nytol
While they were abed
She sneaked in and read
Diatribes by Nicholas Whitchall

That's not what a hoover is for! (just watched Belleville Rendez-vous)
Er, <hr>
It's supposed to be used on the floor!
That's not what a hoover is for! (just watched Belleville Rendez-vous)
It can suck, it can blow,
*Uses nail scissors on the knot in the loop of the space-time continuum*
That's not what a hoover is for!
It's supposed to be used on the floor!
It can suck, it can blow,
And in case you don't know
Cannot love, but so what? vive l'amour
(sorry for the multipost - it sprang upon me)
The conductor put down his baton
And eyed the bassoon, who had spat on... attacca (unfino sentenza)
the Trumpeters notes...
, the piccolist's stoats,
and the third oboe's dad, Derek Hatton.
[T,PJ,P,R,r] Bravo!
It is not necessarily true,
But this apprroximation will do
That pi is defined
By two hearts entwined
Round Rolf Harris, and a didgeridoo
My hickory dickory dock
Got caught in the old Vicars jock
-strap, quite by chance
As I made an advance
And that's why I'm now in the dock
You'll never get me on a train
I've no courage, no heart, nor no brain [Oz declared]
I’ll just sit here and wait
With the scarecrow as bait
For the witch to come by with her plane.
She felt that her implants escaped,
And became a crusader(caped)
Her rampant enhancement
Improved the advancement
But her rearguard was not so well shaped.
Syntactical tactics like these
Methodologic'ly ease
Lexicographer's tricks
keen semantics
Impractical praxis will squeeze?
There once was a Caveman in Soho,
Who bought Aerosmith's "Honkin' on Bobo",
Then he hid in his cave
(There are a few better rhymes for Soho I'm sure)
For a rock music rave [Lisa] Go on then, now's your chance... :)
And made a wall painting of his Moho...girls!
Last night at the ‘Mad Vicar’s’ Pub,
Known for good spirits and poor grub
I supped on my beer careful to avoid the dreaded pint rhyme.
Then felt rather queer
And went to the Vicar to get a good rub. strange pub indeed?
make sure that you live! (just in case…)
we too oft forget in the daily race
to earn us a crust
Or do what we must
To compete in the dawn-to-dusk race
They framed the U.S. constitution
And box'd the Chinese revolution.....who?
But now, just for gays
They're counting the days
To marriages of dissolution
I've a friend who lives out in Taiwan
Who's a great great grandson of Genghis Khan
His main occupation [an'ymouse] one less 'great' would be great :-)
At Waterloo Station
At the ‘Ladies’ as a standin’ Don Juan. [Chalky] You are right, but for sure he then would have been dead a long time ago, now (really: great great great great ..... grandson) there’s a chance he can still be at service ;-)
The fat ugly Vicar of Brunswick,
Got stuck as he tested his new trick
of sawing in half
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