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!
Category: Limerick
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
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
Limerick VII
I met a mate at the bar near my house(He was lucky his wife let him out)He drank like a sinkGave a young girl a winkThen she hit him and called him a louse
Limerick VI
Deb entered the track race the favourite by farBut she fell behind and by halfway was lastThen she let out a fartWhich gave her a startAnd she won by well over a yard NB: see https://sensualism.me/2019/08/11/the-limerick/ by way of explanation
Limerick V
The teetotaler downed a few beers He’d swill and he’d scull and he’d cheer I walked over, bemused And, oh so confused Said; Reverend, what are you doing here? NB: see https://sensualism.me/2019/08/11/the-limerick/ by way of explanation
Limerick IV
A boy and a girl sat on the bench by the waterOne said to the other I oughttaLet you know how I feelYou look like a sealThe retort came; you must be the whale that caught her
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