When he passed away dear Bill Rownd
departed for hell deep underground
and although it’s hot
it troubled him not
for he wanted to be where the fun’s to be found.
A health food fanatic called Ivy Malone
Had long pubic hair which you cannot condone
for it grew and grew
and poked out on view
but it worried her not for ‘twas fresh and home grown.
A renowned wind player called Matt
when playing for fun found that
to some folks dismay
he could add to his play
by including the sound of his farts in b flat.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Oh lol. good writes and pic M. Does Miss Berles play in Matt's orchestra?! lol.
She's a great percussionist Orchi - a resounding percussionist - especially after bean salad.
a read
of b flat
fresh and home grown farts
where the fun's to be found...
lol
thanks Michael, needed that chuckle
its been a long week..
(I imagine standing in front of that painting
must feel like
being submerged, within a daydream
that we can get lost within
to feel
and reach for those textured, imbued
brush strokes of escape
as a promise
to this wondrousness, we call life
paused, hovering
in the face of callous, fate...)
It sure is a biggy to stand in front of - callous fate - love that - an inspiration for another poem?
He'd dream them up whilst aslumber
and each limerick he dreamed had a number
todays one oh six to one oh eight
I view over my breakfast plate
of two rashers and some fine sliced cucumber
B flat was Matt's flatulent key
he could play it all day with such glee
but at the fete on the green
he ruptured his spleen
and stank out the entire marquee
there ensued what was surely a risk
some toff could ignite the foul mist
it'd just take some wag
to light up a fag
and the place would no longer exist
so they called upon fireman Sam
who arrived in his shiney red van
he was quite familiar
he'd done several things similar
and he told everybody to scram
but the sound of Sams tinkling bell
had done little to cure that foul smell
and true to Sam's premonition
a sudden ignition
consigned the whole party to hell
Great ones dusk - keep 'em coming.
Hehe, 3 great limericks. Had a good laugh with these!
you just made me make an involuntary funny noise but I think I got away with it by blaming the dog .. 🙂
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