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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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Projoy
With your heart, with your hands, with your feet
penelope
[Kim] Have you heard Chalky
speak
? She's dreadfully posh, she'd get away with it.
This booklet is missing some pages
Rosie
My interest it no more engages
(pen) Did you mean that for me? :-)
Software
'Cos the bits taken out
Tuj
Were the ones all about
[Rosie] "Beet" "delete", it's quite fine :P
Chalky
The cut in our Directors' wages
*blithely ignores Rosie's irony bypass*
:-)
Botherer
It's such a big shame that the boss
Projoy
Aims never for profit, but loss
Raak
He's as stupid as sh*t
Rosie
Which his arse doth em*t
(Chalky) Not at all, m'dear. I wouldn't have put it up if I fought you was like higgonorant (Yes I would)
Software
But the workers don't give a toss
Kim
If I'd known it would cause so much strife
(Re: the one before last)
Phil
I would never have married my wife
Marc
Cause here rhyming is bad,
Raak
And her scansion is sad
(assuming here=her)
Rosie
In fact I don't know what she's on about half the time.
Projoy
Salaciously creeping around
Botherer
With my belly quite close to the ground
Kim
I bite on her heel
Raak
And erotic'ly kneel
Marc
Then howl like a love-seeking hound
Marc
Caressing my neck-hairs she said:
irach
"I really wish you were dead"
Yorik
"So I could shag your corpse"
[rhyming challenge]
Raak
From here to Cleethorpes
Raak
(imagine inverted commas suitably arranged)
Phil
But I'll settle for Grimsby instead"
Projoy
I'm counting the ways that I love
penelope
Each finger's own place in a glove
Pave
Though it's with mittens I'm smitten
Juxtapose
Thus I've written the worst love poems in Britain
when in Rome...
Marc
With my middle finger raised high above
... don't do as the other nuts do!
Marc
There once will be peace in this valley,
Projoy
And soon we were counting the tally
Chalky
Of those now departed
time space continuum r us
Rosie
As off they are carted
Lucky them . . . .
Anon
to Bristol, to rot in an alley
or dropped from an overhang onto a passing garbage scow
Chalky
The prodigal son doth return
Pave
With a listhp and bad cathe of thun burn
I don't know any more than anybody else, okay!
Projoy
The fatted calf lows
Raak
Snicker-snack! So it goes
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