A shop worker from Darjeeling
peed on the floor every evening
but his friends in the shop
pleaded with him to stop
so he promptly peed on the ceiling.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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The dirty old bishop of Birmingham,
Buggered his flock whilst confirming 'em,
he sat on his hassock,
and lifted his cassock,
and slipped his episcopal worm in 'em
He should be excommunicated by now then! Oohh. Bit naughty this.
Ah - writing formula poetry - nice one dusk 🙂 🙂
No counting involved, just following shakespear.
Interesting that - to get the right metre you are still running to a formula even if the counting bit is done subconsciously. You shake that spear.
Well to my musician way of thinking, there is a melody i am following. A fine old Irish limerick tradition dontcha know. She stood on the bridge at midnight, the sea was all a quivver, she gave a cough, her leg fell off, and floated down the river.
No maths, no silly names, no difficulty, no prowess, no grand accomplishment.
Excellent limericks - why don't you publish them here in the gallery (or community as it's strangely called on this site).
Did he defy gravity then?! lol.
He thought he was in a rain forest.
Miss Berles know about this guy?
She disowned him.
At least on then floor you could walk around it, on the ceiling it could drop on you.
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