LIMERICKS 124 123 & 126

Michael Edwards

LIMERICKS 124 123 & 126


There was an old man from Malta

Who had a curvaceous daughter

Her body was thin

Where it went in

And stuck out wherever it oughta.



There was a young man from Bray

Who met a young girl one day

She quite understood

When he asked if he could

And  said: ‘Yes you certainly may’



There was an old man called Rob

Who called his bread roll a cob

Now I’m telling you

‘tis a daft thing to do

For a cob is a swan - what a knob!




  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2024 01:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Been away for a while and so busy at the moment with Open Studios this coming weekend but thought it about time I posted something.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good writes and pic M. lol.
    No 125?!

    • Michael Edwards

      I duiscarded it - Miss Berles dissaproved.

      • orchidee

        Too many berles in it - or not enough?!

      • Goldfinch60

        Good to see you back Michael, three fine limericks.


        • Michael Edwards

          Thanks Andy - still so busy - open studio this weekend and demos on Thursday and Tuesday - poetry has taken a back foot for a while.

        • Teddy.15

          LOL 🤣 very creative dear Michael, maybe I'll come back with some myself later. 🌹

        • Doggerel Dave

          I've missed those nostalgia filled watercolours. Sounds like there's not much COB (Close OF Business) round your way Michael.

          • Michael Edwards

            Haven't been busier for a long time. Thhanks Dave.

          • 2781

            Faces in the cloud

          • Teddy.15

            There was an old lady called Freda
            Who went to the pub with a beaver
            Everyone laughed as she took off his scarf
            Everyone happy to see them 🤣 very very rusty ❤️

            • Michael Edwards

              There was an old lady called Freda
              Who went to the pub with a beaver
              He chewed at the bar
              and left a great scar
              and suffered from bar chewers fever.

              • Teddy.15

                😂 yes that's what I'm talking about, brilliantly done my dear Michael. ❤️

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