LIMERICKS 124 123 & 126
There was an old man from Malta
Who had a curvaceous daughter
Her body was thin
Where it went in
And stuck out wherever it oughta.
There was a young man from Bray
Who met a young girl one day
She quite understood
When he asked if he could
And said: ‘Yes you certainly may’
There was an old man called Rob
Who called his bread roll a cob
Now I’m telling you
‘tis a daft thing to do
For a cob is a swan - what a knob!