A long snouted fellow from Ripley
decided to run quite quickly
but the end of his nose
got caught in his toes
and he laughed ‘cos it made them feel tickly.
There was an old maiden from Brigg
who complained that her ears were too big
for they dragged in the dirt
and they dirtied her skirt
and they stopped her from wearing a wig.
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Michael Edwards (
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Fun writes Michael.
Very good artwork.
Oh lol, good writes and pic Michael.
Love the flowers, Michael, I am no gardener, so to me they look like poppies.
The fun side of your brain seems to be running away with you. These limericks are really funny!
Poppies they is and yes the daft side of the brain is currently in the ascendancy - until tomorrows posting that is, Cheers Fred.
This is so cute and fun. Nicely written my friend.
Beautiful piece!
Will that the pork pies and sherry side of the brain in ascendancy Michael?!
They are on different sides - the sherry is going up and the pies are going down. Guess I'll have to eat another pie to get the balance right. This poetry lark is so tiring.
There was a Young LADY from NORRIDGE
Whose diet consisted of PORRIDGE
Now she talks with a lilt
Performs in a kilt
BUT has had no proposals of MARRIDGE !
Love LIMERICKS Michael ~ Thanks for posting
can't wait for 37 ........... Love Poppies and have
downloaded to use on notelets ~ do you want
me to send you a rubber cheque ? Please check
my TREES Poem ~ Thanks B.
Thanks Brian - no need to send a cheque - just so pleased you will be using them.
Actually I've already posted 37 - I'm all out of sync with the numbers - the next one in the series is 41 then 45 and then back on track and sequentially thereafter
HA HA MICHAEL ~ SENIOR MOMENT NO DOUBT ! IT WILL CATCH UP WITH ME IN 40 YEARS (2057 !) BRIAN
It's when the senior moments join up that I'm worried about 🙂 🙂
Fun write and beautiful art !
Thanks Bill
Bring back form. Very nice. I wish I could wear a wig. And the art spectacular.
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