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!
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- 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.
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Comments6
Good writes and pic M. lol.
No 125?!
I duiscarded it - Miss Berles dissaproved.
Too many berles in it - or not enough?!
Good to see you back Michael, three fine limericks.
Andy
Thanks Andy - still so busy - open studio this weekend and demos on Thursday and Tuesday - poetry has taken a back foot for a while.
LOL 🤣 very creative dear Michael, maybe I'll come back with some myself later. 🌹
I hope so - how are you?
I've missed those nostalgia filled watercolours. Sounds like there's not much COB (Close OF Business) round your way Michael.
Haven't been busier for a long time. Thhanks Dave.
Faces in the cloud
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 ❤️
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.
😂 yes that's what I'm talking about, brilliantly done my dear Michael. ❤️
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