There was a young lad they called Murray A church-boy from a hilltop in Surrey He looked up at the spire Saw it was on fire And he ran out in one hell of a hurry
Month: September 2019
Limerick XV
An old lady turned one hundred and threeGood for her age although she couldn’t seeWe drank for good cheer(She had one for each year)Ending up under the table with me
Limerick XIV
I walked through the Pearly Gates leading to Heaven I’d reached the ripe old age of Eighty-Seven I said; Pete; I want my wife I would have kept my old life If I’d known I’d be bunking with my damn neighbour Kevin
Limerick XIII
There was a young man named BlewittWho stood on a hilltop in DruittHe measured its heightAnd said with delightIt’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it!
Limerick XII
A man could be seen at the pier every morning Every day someone would notice him yawning Too early? one said The man’s eyes were still red Oh, it’s my wife – she just can’t stand my snoring
Limerick XI
There once was a fellow from SurreyWho said; it’s coming – oh shit, what a worryHe felt his butt take a turnAnd thunder and churnI better get to the loo in a hurry
Limerick X
There was an old man named Ron He was as silly as others were strong He drank like a sink And fell in the drink – And when he woke he was wearing a thong
Haiku poetry XVI
In summer The poorest dance in dreams The rich watch from afar
Limerick IX
I knew a conceited young woman named Pat Who had trouble describing her cat She’s big I suppose With a really long nose So like you then; a liar and fat
Limerick VIII
There was a young man who was coughingBut it wasn’t the cough – ‘twas the coffinThey’d carry him offEnding the coughAnd ending a life in the offing
sensualism 