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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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That Darren's a marvellous chap
When he purrs and curls up in your lap
But if you arouse his
Feline-fur trousis gimme a C!, gimme an O!, gimme an A!, gimme a T!
He'll join in with meaningless pap.
I love to peel a banana
And wrap the peel round a sultana
When boiled in wine,
And Seasoned with Thyme, Riff - use < b >tags< /b > to make your message bolder.
tastes great while grooving Santana
An indigent bookbinder's clerk
Rode a broomstick to get into work
. He saved money on petrol
But got his pants wet-rol
-ler skating in rain, what a berk. oh dear...
"Trick or treat" say the kids at my door (Darren, Big Dave) Real class!
so I sit tight and them I ignore
They pelt me with eggs
Shall I break their legs?
Then trick them to treats off the floor. .. heh heh
A good thing to say to a ghost
might be: "Hi - can you please pass the toast?"
A breakfasttime spectre
is a good dust collector
But reality comes with the post.
There is a huge flare on its way
Perhaps I could try that again?
There is a huge flare on its way
Well, the Sixties are back, so they say
it won't be so bright
If my trousers aren't right
Floral hipsters are just so passé!
I've just heard that Jon Snow's in the dock
for failing to adhere to the clock
like a well-dispatched fly
kept zipped, bye and bye
just listening to the tickity tock.
The problem with video games
Is they've got such ridiculous names
The Sims and the Lemmings
There's even Ian Flemming's
"Bond's Name Is No Longer James"
The trouble with very long bridges
Is they have lots of rust in long ridges
That's the problem with steel
Provided it's real
It attracts lots of magnetic midges
It'll soon be the Fifth of November
With fireworks and parkin, remember?
The Gunpowder Plot
Bonfires, hot
And annoying small brats, to dismember I'm not old and bitter, me..
The sixth of November will bring
The first signs of Global Warming
Unseas'nable weather
Cuckoos in't heather
And tides in the main street of Tring
just for Blob's benefit
The thing with the liner Aurora
Is it keeps getting smaller and smaller dodgy, but...
'Til it's just a mere speck.
but the people on deck
's arses are still getting sorer
In Paris, one might say it's chic
To be battre avec le 'ugly stick'
In the Rue de Montmartre
You can see Jean-Paul Sartre
Searching the ground for du fric
There was a young man from Nantucket
Who lived all his life in a bucket
To the end of his days
his oddly strange ways
were why passersby always struck it.
When invited to dine with the Queen,
Prince Phillip created a scene
He swore and he cussed
But Her Maj was non-plussed
by the way his nose glowed tangerine.
On a bath day, when losing the soap,
Is the best time for having a grope
For an innocent fumble
Is no cause to grumble
Just make sure the soap's on a rope!
Guy Fawkes was a wonderful chap
He's been given a terrible rap
He just wanted to say
'Being Catholic's okay'
'Boom boom, folks, now please mind the gap'
Tchaikovski found fortune and fame
By playing a tedious game
He used to subscribe [Projoy] Last line above - awesome!
To a Balinese tribe
Who never could quite spell his last name
In the middle of singing a tune
That Ruby Wax caused me to swoon
For her grasp of tonality
and vocal neutrality
Were nil. Ought to try the bassoon. On second thoughts...
*applauds* Whilst staying just south of Milan
I began to dance a "can-can"
- except that I can't
'cause my recent implant
Is still sore (But at last I'm a man!)
In the middle of making a toast
To my flatulent ill-mannered host - [st d] superb!
I felt a deep rumble
my bowel, it did grumble
And then my gas gave up the ghost.
Mr Howard is now Tory Leader
Another smug and fawning bleeder
It seems they can't win
It makes Kennedy grin
That damn little Scot ginger weed - er
I would like to point out at this time I have nothing against Scots, ginger people or indeed the Lib Dems.
It's goodbye to Iain Duncan-Smith
We will all shed a tear and a sniff (sorry)
who returns to the darkness forthwith.
BUGGER - SIMULPOST. How did that happen?
(Bifurcating then...)
He was Labour's best hope / He was banished by Howard
Now it's gone up in smoke/The backstabbing coward
And he's now been replaced by a twit-h
Many terrible deeds at the palace
none commited, however, by Alice
All we know is - a writ
We'll know more in a bit ...
But I bet it involves a royal phallus
Last night I dreamt I was walking
Surrey streets in a town known as Dorking
And when I awoke (Ken T) I see you've got here at last. :-)
I was really in Stoke
Being arrested for illegal stalking. [plump] Actually a servant's, according to what I hear... you didn't get it from me though...
If you want to develop your pecs
Take a hint from good old T-Rex
Just strum your guitar
and don't wear a bra
And engage dear Prince ********** in sex sorry if I lowered the tone at all...
How do you get a line in here?
Like this.
In the middle of sueing for slander
(for they spoke out with far too much candour)
We stopped for a dance [barbacoa] <hr> - I remember it as short for "horizontal rule"
Just on the off chance
A Cha-Cha with Chi-Chi the panda
There's an injunction on part of this verse
For the censored censored, it gets worse!
The Guardian's screaming
The lawyers are beaming
And every report must be terse.
For those who are feeling the cold
Remember it stifles the mold.
So get on with living
Be loving and giving
And let those warm feelings unfold. aaah
In the middle of drinking some tea,
I thought "this will make me pee". Old men and their bladders :-(
What if I don't get up? ohdearohdearohdear
Or I drench the new pup? yelp!
A dilemma I'm sure you'll agree
If you curtsey again I shall scream
I can see your knickers, they're green
At least, I think they're your pants
Inside, I feel ants
gnawing away at my spleen. What a compendium of non-sequiturs, mine included. I feel we can do better. :-)
From Hackney to Bromley-by-Bow
And the meadows of old Pimlico Already I'm liking the poetry of this one ....
The byways we tread
As we breathe in the lead
And eastward t'wards Dagenham we go. Hit me with your rhythm stick!
Kew Gardens; the height of the fall
Has tourists who just have the gall
To drop all their wrappers
Then run like the clappers oblig
and leg-it over the wall
It's rumoured that Hampton Court Palace in keeping
Was the setting for BBC's 'Dallas'
And that really, JR
Was Kath-ar-ine Parr
Dressed-up and sporting a phalus.
Meanwhile, back in Kalamazoo
Michigan State's playing host to The Who
They've already smashed
Guitars and they've trashed
all the hotels they've stayed in too
George Bush isn't bright it is true
But I don't think it matters, do you?
He's just one of the guys.
Although he denies
The attack on Iraq was a coup
From Kalamazoo to East Lansing
"Who" fans blocked the streets up with dancing.
But things went awry
When a pineapple pie
Hit the vocalist, who now just can't sing.
thanks!
On a day out with Danny La Rue
I found half a didgeridoo
Its twang was almighty
- It was heard back in Blighty -
and Danny dived into the loohighly unlikely, anyway it's a dunny down under, or so us poms are led to believe. Here endeth the lesson.
Lusaka, Kinshasa, Harare
St Fagans, Blaenavon and Barry
Kilmarnock and Fife
Looe and St Ive
And Kenya (Whilst lost on Safari).
They say I'm a much-travelled man
And it's true - I've spent time in Japan
and also on Mars
(But mostly in bars)
Where I filled up my green petrol can.
Is it true to say green eggs and ham unfi...
Are unfit for consumption by man ?
With a fox, in a box
and cream cheese and lox
They're still better for you than spam.
At last I have ultimate power! Muahahahaha!
Before you all people shall cower! (echoes laugh)
The formula's mine
For the fog on the Tyne
And the alpine fresh scent in your shower! It doesn't come much more potent than that.
Syntactical rules are not made (sentence alert unfinished)
Syntactical rules are not made
to beguile, tempt, cajole or persuade
But to help make some sense
(and not cause offence)
Of all the preceding tyrade
My tirades 'gainst poor grammar are fraught
With the pedantry that I was taught
By a teacher at school
(the silly old fool)
His lessons weren't not what they ought.
Bad grammar, poor syntax, crap rhyme
So many to try, but no time!
So here I will just unfinished...
Make do with a lust
For the great Ogden Nash in his prime.
As Yoda declared once to me,
'Confused by this all will you be'
Well, he was right
for I sat up all night
I can't choose! With the plotline for Episode Three / How the hell did he beat Christ'pher Lee? / With a Grammar book, pencils and tea
Whilst inhaling a pinch of good snuff
I was tempted to say, to Frank Bough
"Try this for size" [Dazed] Ah - so that's how they pronounce Buff in Brum :-) ]
"It'll bug out your eyes"
But I sensed that he'd had quite enough.
While cruising to tropical climes
To escape prosecution for crimes
I happened to meet
A cop on the beat
Who said "Sunshine, you're nicked, you'll do time!"
My cell is just six feet by ten
And I share it with 26 men
My left knee is wedged
between something alleged unf...
(sorry! for grammar:) behind something alleged
to be bigger than that owned by Sven.
If sleep were a treat, not a right,
I think I'd still do it all night
I'd stay in my pit
Until I saw fit
To get up [or just needed a shite] thangyew thangyew
I wish I did not oversleep
But when my alarm clock goes "beep"
The temptation's too great
And I must masturbate
Because I've been counting those sheep.
Of all of the people I've met,
None compares to that nice Yorkshire vet
for creatures, he's best great and small, that is
But dont shake his hand, lest FG] I almost ruptured my throat laughing at that !
Yours ends up all slimy and wet... eeeeewwww.....
One Saturday in Piccadilly
I met a transvestite called Lily bit of a drag, though
She took me in hand
(Plus a minor brass band)
And then we... no, that would be silly
One night, while traversing Kings Cross,
Like a Rolling Stone gathering moss [invoking st dogmael]
A complete unknown
playing trombone
Said, 'Quite frankly I don't give a toss'
I think I've drunk too much 'Red Bull'
So my bladder is buzzing and full [FG] I've got the most *awful* image in my mind of someone OD-ing on RB...
My 'water' is pink
And it's starting to stink
I don't think I'm going to pull.
I'm morose, really down in the dumps
'Cos my willy has come out in lumps maintaining the base level
He is such a good dog Straining to get out of the mire....
He sits on the bog
But when he gets to the sink, he just humps
Sinatra was once heard to say
I'm proud that I did things my way
Though I cheated and cussed
Was my hair ever mussed? Have I missed an obvious song-led rhyme here?
and the Mafia augmented my pay
Bruce Forsythe enjoyed a good game [penelope] Not that I made intentionally, no :)
'Though his wig received all the acclaim
It did a small jig
Then grew very big
Now it's taken the star role in 'Mame'
My friend is called Pudsey the Bear (topical)
We go round to children in care
And give them a thrashing Children in Need? Why can't they stay in bloody need? That's not me talking btw - it's a quote from the Fast Show...
With feathers, not bashing ... Which sounds a little like the sentences imposed on murderers, rapists etc. meted out by my local judiciary system.... (tucks occasional right wing tendencies over tender left wing and flies off.)
It's a smash when it goes out on air! Or the S4C primetime highlight: "Children In Neath"
I'm a big fan of Children in Neath
And of Ladyboys in Cowdenbeath
The Teenagers in Frome
Have been swept to their doom
And Looe Pensioners all have false teeth.
Suspected of fiddling with boys,
And playing with cudd-er-ly toys,
Here soundeth the klaxon
For that idiot Jackson (forced)
Whose 'hanging' created some 'noise'.
[Angus Prune] Forced? Forced???!!! Au contraire, it was a gift! Carefully planned and skilfully made!! If you don't like it, then don't take it! ;o)
Caref'ly planned and skillf'ly made
And usually cheerf'ly displayed
Was the head of a moose
Which hung from a noose
Keeping fresh thanks to plenty of shade.
While practising a quite tricky stunt
With my neighbor, good old Allen Funt
I fell in a trap
Constructed of scrap
Which proved that I'm simply a runt.
This first line's a bit lame, it's true,
And for the third, better must do.
But to make matters worse
This entire piss-poor verse
Has ended up blocking the loo.
Lets try Jackson now in the press !
It's clear that his face is a mess a couple of tracks short of an album, if you ask me.
And as for the songs
Well - they right no wrongs
String him up ! Lynch him ! Kill him ! YES YES!!!
Let's all get together and sing
A hymn to The Great Blob of Tring
samn - simulposted! Of the relative merits of 'bling'
Bifurcating: Whose one saving grace/The rocks and the gold
Is the look on His face / Are a sight to behold
And the merriment that it will bring. hoping I have covered both possibilities neatly in one line. :-)
The chance that was too good to miss
Ended up being seized by the Swiss
The Americas Cup
And the chance to throw up!
Hang on. Are you taking the p*ss?
/ Jeez - that sure made limer-sense. Ah well - onwards and upwards ...
Chalky - Whilst cooking in loco parentis
(Mom*ma had gone off to the dentist)
I put on the gas
And shook my yas-yas (obscure 1930s southern US slang declared)
And proved I was non compas mentis.
[Tina] Good call.!
I sit in my nice padded cell
And giggle, as I ring my bell
But the imps and the pixies
Try to tell me that six is
Seven, and eight is aswell
I know how to carbonate tea
And how to select the best Brie
But what's got me stumped
is how come I got dumped
And why she picked a she over me
While eating a plateful of turkey.
Along with some bits of old jerky
I started to wonder
About having a chunder
and that's why the fish tank's all murky.
For Christmas I want in my stocking
A hoist, to facilitate docking
Though the fit may be tight,
It will be all right
bah! simulpost My prospects just might [forcing bifurcatory dénouement]
[Thos] I'll slide it in with careful rocking. [Chalky] Avoid the scene getting too shocking.
Bifurcation can be very tricky
And if you're not careful, quite sticky.
But if one can reverse
In a Mercedes hearse
One can refurcate in Billericay.
Dear Santa, I'd like a new hearse Stealing pen's hearse theme as I like it! (hope you don't mind!)
'Cause my death wish is getting much worse
If you can't manage that
I'll just bury the cat
And then, when it's dead, write a verse.
I read in the papers today
Mutant Llamas are heading our way!
So let's board up our houses
And gird up our trousis oblig.
Fall to our knees and just pray
The only way to success
In this game we call "Mornington Cresc.",
Is so closely guarded
Because it's bombarded
By the bloodsucking hounds of the Press.
Out bowling with old Tony Blair,
I stamped on his foot for a dare
He said "Listen, mush"
Nobody but Bush (a gift)
Ever gets to touch me just there! Oh, the satire of it all.
I ache for the touch of your lips (dear)
But much more for some good fish and chips (sorry)
smothered in salt
and vinegar malt
rubbed in wounds that are left by your whips. accepting Kim's invitation
I stimulate this piece of dough
I'm podgy, lethargic and slow this is only verse, you understand...
And so when I stroke More "t" in simulate, Vicar?
The fat, stodgy bloke Try and keep this clean please?
I'm confident nothing will grow I did my best...
When eating a bucket of rice
Try saying "janitor" - twice
I'll lay odds your tongue
will foul the dipthong dodgy, dodgy...
and it won't look (or sound) very nice.
I don't think too much of this groove
And I fear that my mood won't improve
so perhaps I should leave
I've no wish to deceive
This guide showing *me round the Louvre
Now the Christmassy season is here
I'm up to my eyes in false cheer Bah, humbug
Is it only me
Who gets Yule Anomie Look that one up - Nasty !
Den Watts, Anne Robinson and Germaine Greer?
[Pogle]Not in the dictionary!
My English has gone all to pot
Bad language is all that I've got
I swear and I curse
I blaspheme and much worse
I've started to talk like a Scot
Despite having only one thumb - [chuckle at Software :-)]
And only one cheek to my bum (thx, Chalks ;-)
In fact, no left half
And a lopsided laugh
I blame it on my right-wing mum.
The circus is coming to town! (Splendidly surreal, that one.)
I think I'll dress up as a clown!
And then, with this axe,
I'll land a few whacks
On anyone wearing a gown
When working with HTML,
One summons things arcane and fell
Like "nbsp"
And things you can't see ...
would not to your best friend tell
A government study has found
We're really quite hard to astound.
MP's we don't trust
Prescott's nose I will bust
Unless of course Prince Charles gets crowned
(referring to the second line rather than the fourth)
Though usually dazed and confused,
Last night I was more than bemused
By the folks on my street
All singing "tweet tweet"
Whilst using my 'phone, which is orange
And being so highly enthused. Ignoring Mr Jimmi's rather unorthodox rhyming convention, there
Coherent in thought, word and print,
- If you are, you'll be earning a mint
Your wage will be herbs
If you screw up your verbs
and you'll be out on your neck at a sprint
While watching a video of Paris
I swore I'd glimpsed Anita Harris
But actually it's
A set of her bits
And a bare naked view of 'er 'arris
I've not been around for a while
As you'll see if you look in my file.
In fact, I've been shaking
My booty, and making
A fortune by flashing my smile.
Hooray. What perfect scansion that one had!
Joe Public just hasn't a clue
'Bout the plan to submerge London Zoo
For the canal will be dammed
And an hippopotamus rammed
In an effort to clean up its poo. coat
Some carollers came down our way
"Penny for the song" they all started to say
"For 2p we'll just go"
"And for 3p, we'll show..."
"what happens inside Santa's sleigh."
I did all my laundry today (Almost true, even)
. My whites were getting quite gray.
But a sneaky blue sock
ruined the whole f******g lot!
Dunno what my missus will say! been there, done that...
One day I went fishing for bass.
Instead, I hooked a bold lass
she'd dipped in the buff
And had just had enough poised...
Of the plaice so I floundered a pass
Pray silence to mark our respect [st d] classy!
For a thing that is very erect
It stands out proud
and attracts quite a crowd
It's said to have a healing effect
While in a nativity play
(When the shepherds had knelt down to pray)
Mary let out a scream
When she stood up, a bream
Was revealed, still alive, in the hay.
Poor Joseph was shocked to the core
When he found what the donkey was for
"You just lift the tail
It'll fill up a pail
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