A timorous traveller born in Belize
throughout his travels was never at ease
and when questioned why
he explained with a sigh:
‘There are too many foreigners overseas’
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Good limerick Michael.
The artwork amused me as soon as I saw it, my day has started well.
Whilst trying so hard not to show it
Our chivalrous wordsmith the poet
Had stopped buying grass
It's a thing of my past
For indeed he's now known to grow it
(not bad for the spur of the moment)
Not bad? It's damn good! Thanks dusk.
One night as dusk was arising
Something happened which was quite surprising
Dusk picked up a sponge
All covered in gunge
Which dusk ate and found quite appetising
Oh dear Oh dear Mr Edwards
how funny those things wot you said was
i was half of a slumber
when i read your last number
for laid down, neath a quilt, in my bed was
Nice one - blimey:
Now it's my turn says I scratching head
While dear old dusk lies there in bed
but the ideas wont come
I think I'll succumb
for my brain cells have all gone quite dead!
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Oh dear Oh dear Mr Edwards
how funny those things wot you said was
i was half of a slumber
when i read your last number
for laid down, neath a quilt, in my bed was
Dear dusk stay in bed all day
now that you've had your say
there can't be much more
in the poetry store
and it's turning my hair steel grey.
I'm sure your grey hair looks real cute
and matches your very best suit
but don't matter what i wear
people stop and they stare
cos on top i'm bald as a coote
You're so lucky your hairs turned to grey
forever postponing the day
cos its hardly a hoot
when you're bald as a coote
Oh lol, good write an pic M. Based on a true story from recently?! Someone said too may foreigners in Spain, or somewhere.
How many berles in this limerick - Cilla Berles?
No and we can't seem to get away this year - waiting for hernia op - got lumps everywhere - so travel ideas gone in the bin along with other Disposa Berles.
This limerick sums up what is wrong with most folk - - the "we " and "them" to their mind is no joke. Love the telling artwork too Michael.
Sadly that's the case Fay - pleased you like my little sculptures.
There was a Young Artist called EDWARDS
One MIDNIGHT was travelling BEDWARDS
He slipped on a rug
New he dont look so smug
He is wearing the CHAMBER POT ~ HEADWARDS !
GOOD MORNING ~ UNCLE STEVE Love all the LIMERICKS and the wooden Houses very BERGEN !
Please check ANGELAS Poem NEW ZEALAND WINES ~ Thanks ~ Yours BRIAN & ANGELA 💕
Great limerick - thanks both
Michael,
Your fine limerick speaks the truth!
Love your sculptures! Nostalgic for me. They remind me of my great grandfather’s house. Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Ah thanks Laura
Ccooooeeeee! That shattered the peace of your evening? What do I want now? Erm, how's that evening going? Or has it gone by now?!
Still here Orchi - getting tired - been sorting out paperwork all evening and feeling quite p****d off - should I mark this comment as 18+ ?
Yes - heehee! Woof, woof! Do be quiet, Rover!
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