There was a young man called Glyn
who had a deep cleft in his chin.
A beard sprouted out,
and the reason no doubt,
the razor blade wouldn’t go in!
There was an old man from Kuwait
who was once heard loudly to state:
‘The winter hurley burley
when it gets late early
is no patch on the summer when it stays early late!’
There was an old man from Hyde
Who got on a fly for a ride.
But he started to choke
when they flew through some smoke
and he fell to the ground and he died.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: These date way back to 1987 and 1989 - catching up on oldies not previously published
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Oh lol, good writes Michael. I wrote literally one or two poems around 1992, then not much until about 2010 onwards, except special occasions.
Like the annual bath? Thanks Orchi
VERY DROLL MICHAEL ~ There is a Plaice for everything ~ and a time for every Limerick under Heaven.
There was a Young Poet called MIKE
Who was GREEN so he went
To work on his BIKE !
One day he fell off ~ straight into a troff
Now he don't BIKE ~ He HIKE !
Thanks for a laff on a Sunny Sunday ~ Yours BRIAN.
Thanks Brian - off for Sunday lunch with my secretary - well she was before I retired - must be another limerick there somewhere.
Nicely written Michael. And the painting nice too.
Thanks AP - a bit of fun.
Ha ha - that final one had me in stitches and then I felt guilty bout somebody dying - - oh let me now wipe my eyes and behave like a lady - -nuf said........... 'cept this was a great read.
Thanks Fay - I have to rein myself in and avoid the really rude ones (by the way I've just written a few takes on nursery rhymes but I blush at the idea of posting then)
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