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Multiple Lines Per Player: A Limericks Special Edition
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Here's an experiment with the Limerick form. In this game (and this one only) it is permissible for players to contribute more than one line each to each limerick, just to see if we can increase the level of coherence in this much-loved form as practised in the Morniverse. Everything else is the same as normal... Take it away!
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He cared not a bit
For a Booby or Tit
As did (so they say), Ann of Cleves
When blue-footed boobies fly over
Or even a rare piping plover
Don't look to the sky
Just lower your eye
And hum to the tune of 'Wild Rover'
There once was a Rover who swore
That no never would he rove no more How folky am I? :-)
Though barely so spoken
His promise was broken
When he roved where he hadn't before
Digging in to a bowl of hot chili
I'd bought in the Isles of Scilly
I found a small lump
Looking just like a pump
But it tasted like shrimp-stewed Ram-Willie
*applauds the 'Rovers'*
The Rover's Return to the Inn
Was thus met with a quarrelsome din
As he retold his life
Came a shriek from his wife
- He'd stuck her, not the doll, with a pin.
A bishop, while studying voodoo
Found himself knee-deep in doo-doo
"Exorcise me!" he cried,
"for this demon inside
is nasty and pooey and crude, ooh!"
With just tuppence for paper and strings
You can make up your own pair of wings
So dance on the breeze
Over houses and trees
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