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.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Oh lol, good writes M.
Cheers O
You seen Sir Berle-Ington Bertie?
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I so admire your skills of effortless hilarious limerick production! As well as your wonderful art. Will keep practising.
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.
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
As always you are far too kind - but thanks LB.
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
I knew it - great response dusk.
Chuckles galore 🤣🤣🤣
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