Michael Edwards

LIMERICK No.60

 

 

 

 

There was a young lass called Meg

who mistakenly sat on an egg

but the weight of her bum

caused the shell to succumb

and the yolk ran all down her leg.

 

Comments6

  • orchidee

    Oh lol good write and pic M. In one church (men in suits, not robes), there were some back rooms. Some men were actually ironing clothes ready for the service. The cartoon is not so far-fetched! lol. Not heard of Meg Berles. Was it her?

    • Michael Edwards

      Her brother lives on a demolition site - Rub Berles - know him?

      • orchidee

        Well I do now! We know Ram Berles too. And now me next poem - 'Snooker is just a load of Berles' - Woof! Have to mark it 18+ says Fido.

      • Goldfinch60

        Good one Michael, the yolk is on her!

        Those cassocks need a great deal of ironing.

      • Fay Slimm.

        What a mess for young Meg....and . the sketch is so funny -wonder whether that happens ........... ha ha

        • Michael Edwards

          Not sure it really happens in church but it happen on cricket pitches at the crease. lol

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          There was a Young Poet called STEVE
          Who wore his GOD on his SLEEVE
          Each day with some PSALMS
          And Poem about PALMS
          And a JOKE about ADAM & EVE !

          Thanks for Cartoon Uncle Mike
          No dubt a very pressing Sermon !

          Love the LIM ~ Nothing worse than
          a Shell bursting under ones derierre !

          Please check our FUSION on SEASONS
          VIVALDIS AUTUMN now playing ~ OK
          Blessing for every Season
          BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

          • Michael Edwards

            Great lim and thanks for the comment B&A

          • fuche_bu

            nice picture and fine limerick

          • dusk arising

            A mental picture suddenly flikkers
            of egg yolk all over her knickers
            and the yolk down the leg
            of lovely young Meg
            brought a race to everyone's tikkers



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