I'm hopin i don't make a hash-of-it
I'm often found writing a limerick
the clean ones come easy
but i know you want sleazy
sorry if they gets on yer tits-a-bit
now we've got Boris elected
we hear the poor buggers infected
he's got it quite rough
and his gal's up the duff
no wonder he looks so dejected
at last i got my prescription
i curse that chemists dereliction
there's no little blue pills
that give her the thrills
wotever will i do for erection
for twelve weeks they said - stay at home
be creative whilst home - all alone
to try and outlast it
you might weave a basket
but i'm reading a book - on the throne
do I have to take more of this
is the government taking the piss
forsaking all gatherings
they've got me a slavvering
it's that pint down the pub that I miss
when mable had that jab for the flu
the air round her head turned quite blue
she screamed and she shrieked
all rosey red cheeked
cos we'd seen her derriere tattoo
the lottery's the last of my chances
now corvids buggered all my finances
when your income is nil
one must bite the pill
i'll have to sell one of my ranches
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dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2020 00:50
- Comment from author about the poem: A bit of lighthearted fun whilst bored at home - isolated fir 12 weeks thanks to covid-19
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Comments4
I'll buy one of your ranches and see if I can bury our limericks on it.
Keep well
Andy
I tell ya pod'ner no chance
you'll not get ya hands on me ranch
so go og get goin
and write me a poem
or you'll not get a second glance
Great work - and a big smile from me - love 'em all.
Just a bit of fun in these worrying times
Fantastic - - every bloomin one of em............. ha ha
Its ever kind of you Fay
to have such a nice thing to say
but they really don't measure
up to the 'Treasure'
you posted on here today
Oh lol - some made me swoon!
Meanwhile - No need to be permanently downcast - they're cutting back on EastEnders. Pity they didn't do it when there was no crisis.
Thinking of you and others - thankfully I'm not one who is advised to stay in 12 weeks. Enjoy the garden I said to someone. They lived in a flat. Doh!
I realise how its making you sick
short hours in Walford's Queen Vic
so join all us sinners
in a cool pint of guinness
get it down ya neck kinda quick
I gotsh some Guinnessh here at home. I've had a jar or threesh! Good acting innit?! lol.
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