There was a young maid from Leicester
who tried to scam an investor
into putting his cash
in an off-shore cache
when along came the plod to arrest her.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Good limerick Michael.
You certainly need the candles to warm some Churches.
Cheers Andy
Oh lol a good write and pic M.
Morning Orchi - hope you slept well.
Yes thanks M. The night was dark again. Are they always?!
Only when you put the light off.
Are Miss Berles's nights dark?
Depends where they come from.
You seen Mr Berle-Ington lately?
Good one, OK my juices are flowing...here's one off the cuff:-
a demonstrative lassie from manchester
fell in love with a fellow protestor
her amourous manner
at the sight of his banner
turned her into a sexual molester
ho-hum
Thanks for the laugh dusk . Mind those juices!
Haha enjoyed this one as much as the last Michael. Well done!
That's great - although they can often be a bit 'blue' I tend to keep them on the clean side of 'decent'.
police be seated until the next verse.... which I hope shall be tomorra.. nice one squire... Neville
Ay up Neville - yup - I'll inflict another of these on you tomorrow then back to other stuff.
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Oohh I'm not going to Manchester then - swoon! (DA limerick). Banner?!
Could go to Womanchester or is it Womanchest - err no that doesn't sound right.
You got that crossing?! We need speed bumps on a long-ish straight road near us.
We're hoping - a large turn out so fingers crossed.
Ahh good - hope so!
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