AKCJ Posted 12 October 2013 Posted 12 October 2013 Nigel shoes are incredibly white and are unbelievably bright. Steve and Craig's Vision went vague And they've subsequently lost their sight.
Rincewind Posted 12 October 2013 Posted 12 October 2013 I am willing to enter the spirit And even write a limerick But I will speak against lack of empathy From other posters that I see Who are sadly no better than those who say innit. I can do better. It was rushed.
Rincewind Posted 12 October 2013 Posted 12 October 2013 It's a thread for limericks on all subjects. Please can this be the last post in non-limerick format? Perhaps ken could enter in to the spirit and write his own. As a special concession it doesn't even have to scan. Or rhyme. It would not be a limerick then?
Webbo Posted 12 October 2013 Posted 12 October 2013 There was a poster Rod Hull Who went for a night on the pull He saw a young mod Who looked like a god And soon his bottom was full (of cock)
FoxesAreBlue Posted 12 October 2013 Posted 12 October 2013 I remember my mate telling me one at school years ago, I think it's from a film... She drank a cup of Darjeeling And had a peculiar feeling She lay on her back Opened her crack And pissed all up the ceiling
Rincewind Posted 12 October 2013 Posted 12 October 2013 When Moosebreath was out one night He saw before him a blinding light With feelings of granduar His visions were in colour But his brain processed in black and white.
I am Rod Hull Posted 12 October 2013 Posted 12 October 2013 There was a poster Rod Hull Who went for a night on the pull He saw a young mod Who looked like a god And soon his bottom was full (of cock) I had that coming.
MooseBreath Posted 12 October 2013 Posted 12 October 2013 ken suffered a bad heart attackdoc told him no drinking or else you'll be backken said noi don't think soyou clearly don't know the full facts
notnow john Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Youre thirty and fat but look older As you you sit at your laptop and smoulder But it must get your goat When you can't find a coat To fit over the chip on your shoulder.
The People's Hero Posted 13 October 2013 Author Posted 13 October 2013 Some of these internet fellas, Allow anonymity to make them over zealous, Spout about chips on shoulders, Maybe the 20th time they've told us, We're left to conclude they're just jealous.
notnow john Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Wether your knowledge is narrow or vast The Limerick rules are stuck fast If you're lazy and shirk It just does not work As the fist line must rhyme with the last.
James. Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 There was once a man called ozleicester Who's a rumoured animal rights protestor But then we discovered He had a cat who had suffered So now we know he's more a molestor
Rincewind Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 A young man known as The Peoples Hero At midnight to bed he said no no no As the dawn did break His children were awake Now earlier to bed he wishes he did go.
cambridgefox Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Silly Billy Had a ten foot willy She thought it was a snake Attacked it with a rake And now it's only four foot four i can believe the 10 foot willy bit,but surely if it had been hit by a rake it would be swollen and bigger.just saying.
MooseBreath Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Lamby got a job nine til five Made him feel happy and alive Then he got his cock out Shook it all about And got himself a p45
cambridgefox Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 There once was a lady from Ongar Got attacked in the sea by a conger When her friend said " Nell,how did it feel?" She said" just like a man only longer."
cambridgefox Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Dreaming of a system which was fairer, Our self styled society repairer, Considered everyone's plight, Did what must be right, And state-funded a dead woman's carer. There once was a young man from kent Who's knob was so long it bent To save himself trouble He bent it in double And instead of coming he went
Rincewind Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 There was a young man named Moosebreath Who toyed with the idea with the idea of death He said when Foxestalk friends see me post it They will surely tell me not to do it But they had him on ignore, poor Moosebreath.
cambridgefox Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 There once was a man MattP Who had urges for Nanny McPhee But because of his endeavour For gimp masks and leather He spent the night with Zingari
MooseBreath Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Rincewind's much fabled intelligence and beautiful bold benevolence impresses me most when he goes and posts something of total irrelevance
Stadt Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Rincewind's much fabled intelligence and beautiful bold benevolence impresses me most when he goes and posts something of total irrelevance Best one yet!
Saxondale Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Ken is a poster we know Who talks about a radio show When unrelated debates Make some posters irate He tells us about DNO Sorry Ken!
Zingari Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 There once was a man MattP Who had urges for Nanny McPhee But because of his endeavour For gimp masks and leather He spent the night with Zingari Somehow I'm giving a very different image of myself on this forum to the real me. Gay trysts and bdsm gear is not my cup of special brew at all. Although I suppose I do resemble Nanny McPhee more than I'd like to !!
Rincewind Posted 13 October 2013 Posted 13 October 2013 Not a limerick and not mine. It is by Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy 22 Reasons for the Bedroom Tax Because the Badgers are moving the goalposts.The Ferrets are bending the rules.The Weasels are taking the hindmost.The Otters are downing tools. The Hedgehogs are changing the game-planThe Grass-snakes are spitting tacks. The Squirrels are playing the blame-game.The Skunks are twisting the facts. The Pole-cats are upping the ante.The Foxes are jumping the gun.The Voles are crashing the party.The Stoats are dismantling the Sun. The Rabbits are taking the biscuit.The Hares are losing the plot.The Eagles are kicking the bucket.The Rats are joining the dots. The Herons are throwing a curveball.The Shrews are fanning the flames.The Field mice are sinking the 8-ball.The Swans are passing the blame. And the Pheasants are draining the oil from the tank-but only the Bustards have broken the bank.
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