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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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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
Who pushed out a basket of eggs
I said, "Hello, tripod", I can only think of one rhyme
"are you man or god?" was that the one?
And ended up in Dover, which was nowhere near as nice as Durham
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