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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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Will have none of that
He likes puddings or something quite sweetie
Spend time in an oxygen tent
Wear boots that are cast in cement
Read that one in bold ...
This new form of training
Is physically draining
My aerobic credits are spent!
The EU's not sure about Turkey
Its past seems decidedly murky
Its Ottoman roots
Are as rank as old boots
Though its branches are looking quite perky
There once was a lad in Istanbul
[irach] Give us a chance! Can't you call it Constantinople just this once?
(pen) Hear, hear. Doesn't scan, either.
I suggest amending it to:
There once was a lad in Stamboul
Who went into town,'on the pull'
oops
It could not be said
He was right in the head
'Coz his technique was verging on cruel ... sorry - that was getting-rid-of-sad-limerick effort. Let's draw a line eh?
Don't force me to drink too much punch
I've not even had any lunch
But when I have eaten
Then I won't be beaten
So get out my way you sad bunch No, really, yous are my besht pals ever.
(Hic!) I really do love you, you know
(stifled belch)At least 'til dawn tomorrow
For it's only at night
That I'm sweetness and light
and a function-ing libi-do.
Zippedy Doo Dah, Oh My!
Who'd have guessed elephants could just fly?
And toads sing The Messiah
p****d as newts, in a choir
It's all very nice, Walt, but why?
And now let us praise margarine . . .lovely girl . . .
With its buttery taste and nice sheen
But it's stuffed full of E's
So unlikely to please - [Darren] v good :-)
Nutritionists, Cows or the Queen (who is eating it in the parlour with her bread and honey)
Decorum et dulce it est
Of my old school Latin, the best
But quo vadis, pray?
Vade in pace
Sed non sequitur you'll be blessed.
Elizabeth Violet Bott
Was rather a fine polyglot
Tho' she spoke with a lithp
Her diction was crithp
And for William she had a thoft thpot
(Projoy) It was Violet Elizabeth Bott. (I've read the books). So I'm going to thtamp my foot and thkweam and thkweam until I'm thick.
Violet Elizabeth Bott oblig
Some Mums do 'ave 'em, what?
A truculent child
Not meek, still less mild [Rosie] Oops. So it was. I read most of 'em too in my youth so should have recalled that. I think I must have just mentally transposed the names for the sake of slightly neater scansion.
Except after smoking some pot.
So, let's "big it up" for the Swiss!
And take the proverbial piss
Their fraudulent bankers . . . careful . . .
And Swiss naval tankers
And cuckoo clocks all score a miss
The Swiss Army Knife's greatest blade
Pulls hooves from the stones in a glade
And should you need slices
As you may, in a crisis,
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