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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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'These drums I will thrash'
And pocket the cash [Rosie] OK ok, it looked hard anyway!
And read Thomas the Tank Engine too.
Late last night, I lay in my bed
As a nightmare flew over my head
Who will it frighten? Well, grab me by the incubus
I felt myself tighten
'Calm Down Dear' the white haired man said .Everyone a Winner
I hear Nancy is throwing out Sven
They're all just the same. Bloody men!
Their cock's rule their heads!
Just screw – without threads,
They just don't understand us at all, these wo-men.
For breakfast I had two boiled eggs
To steady my long, wobbly legs
Unfortunate-ly [Software - you takin' the p*ss?]
Twenty cups of green tea
have reduced my digestion to dregs. (Chalky) W.S.Gilbert lives!
Whilst list'ning to the Mika-do
My cake mix flopped - needs thicker dough. (Bigsmith) I'll get you for this, you bastard. :-)
So I added some flour
And in just half an hour
My gateau was ready to go.
While practising scales on the 'cello (Snods/Raak) Blimey, that was quick. Have you got your own domestic blast furnace, or something?
In the basement of Bertha's Bordello
Strange sounds from above
One string snapped with a "twang" Great 'cello-playing cartoon on page 13 of this week's Private Eye
Shit - simulposted. Thought that couldn't happen on here. Ignore me.
Of erroneous love
'Twas the music of love (Bigsmith) It always happens when you think you've got a brilliant line, doesn't it?
(Sorry Celare - didn't see you in there - let's have a full recap:)

While practising scales on the 'cello
In the basement of Bertha's Bordello
Strange sounds from above
Of erroneous love
Have left me decidedly mellow
My 'cello string snapped with a "Twang!"[Per Bigsmith: it seemed too good a line to waste]
And my music stand collapsed with a "Bang!"
I let out an oath (Bigsmith) Saw the cartoon. :-)
About string and stand both
and kicked out at the bucket with a clang
Pray sing out with voice loud and clear!
And fill lowly peasants with fear.
As the hunt comes a-trampling
On poor Charlotte Rampling
And gives her a flea in her ear!
The holiday season is here
The time for sand, sea and beer
And drizzle, and fog
Campsites like Bog,
-nor Regis when rain clouds hang drear.
finally drawing a line under the -ear /-eer rhymes
Chalky - Resplendent in tangerine satin
I tango'd my way round Prestatyn oh what a picture that paints...
My partner, Miguel
, the Argie from Hell
, Just couldn't quite dance like a Latin...
Last Tango in Southend-on-Sea
a film I just don't want to see
It's nothing but dross
With Matt and Luke Goss (remember them? I bet you wish you didn't)
A mark out of five? Minus three.
And talking of towns on the coast
They say (though they don't like to boast)
That Yarmouth's the place
For black satin lace
And mushrooms and baked beans on toast.
When paying a visit to Durham hoho
I realised there's no rhyme for Durham Let alone two.
And so I left Durham
(A nice town that, Durham)
And ended up in Dover, which is vile.
Enough of this nonsense. Back to proper limerickese.
I once met a man with three legs
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