mc5 - The Obligatory Limericks Game

Whose umbrella refused to unfurl

Had a trouble with wind

'Cos her mother had sinned

AXI

by sitting with her feet on a sill

Projoy

My tumour grows large in the Fall

Kim

My humour, by contrast, grows small

Raak

My gloags start to spread

Projoy

(I hasten to point out, btw, that I wrote that line before I saw the news story about Mrs Edwards)

and click inside my head

Simons Mith

Believe me, that's not nice at all.

Projoy

So, reasons to not give a **** (you decide!)