LIMERICKS  111, 112 and 113

Michael Edwards

 

 

 

 

 

When a parking problem emerges

to all motorists what I would urge is

 before disembarking

check out your parking

and ensure you’ve not parked on the verges.

 

 

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

It was made out of bricks and was very tall

And when he fell

He cracked his shell

And he scrambled his brain I seem to recall.

 

 

 

There was a young lady from Clapham

who behaved like an Essex Madame.

Her big boob implants

reached out in advance

how I wish I’d the courage to whack ‘em.

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2022 00:57
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  • orchidee

    Oh lol, good writes M.

    • Michael Edwards

      Cheers O

      • orchidee

        You seen Sir Berle-Ington Bertie?

        • Michael Edwards

          I saw him in Bow - but couldn't hear what he was saying - the bells the bells.

        • Rozina

          I so admire your skills of effortless hilarious limerick production! As well as your wonderful art. Will keep practising.

          • Michael Edwards

            Thanks Rozina - I'm encouraged a lot by Teddy who keeps setting challenges - no doubt later today she'll post something here. the first limerick was written for a local magazine about problems with cars parked on the verges around our village.

          • L. B. Mek

            your painting, made those
            cloistered notes, I've been supressing
            jump out and overwhelm me..
            your words
            introduced a whimsically light, note
            to my morning..
            a page, of artistry's healing
            capabilities
            you've showcased for us today..
            thanks Michael

            • Michael Edwards

              As always you are far too kind - but thanks LB.

            • dusk arising

              There was a young lady from Horton
              who had a long tit and a short 'un
              to make up for the loss
              she had a c... like a hoss
              and a fart like a 650 Norton
              (above is not one of mine)

              An inventive young chappy from slough
              invented a highbrow plough
              sat up there astride
              he ploughed a furrow so wide
              he split his own difference somehow

              A billious young gal from Dunbart
              suffered with wind round her heart
              when it started pounding
              the noise was resounding
              by golly could that lady fart

            • Saxon Crow

              Chuckles galore 🤣🤣🤣



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