mc5 - The Obligatory Limericks Game

They don't know my hip's made of plastic.

Simons Mith

I pulled, and I grunted, and groaned

And forgot my bold tags as well :-(

I tugged and I panted and moaned

Darren

But still I could not

Rosie

shift Stonehenge one jot (snorgle) You'll need to acquire, ahem, certain features. But I'm sure you knew that anyway. :-)

So it's off to the Tor to get stoned

I essay a stunning jetée

(zhet-ay)

Followed through with a graceful plié (plee-ay)

But my battement tendu

Was pas bien comprendu