There's nothing that rhymes with an orange
Except for the obscure word a sporange,
Which the spell check can't see
Regards as much less juicy,
And merely responds with a cringe.
There once was a fellow from Lyme
Who married three wives at a time.
When asked, "Why the third?"
He replied, "One's absurd,
And bigamy, Sir, is a crime".
There was a Young Man from Darjeeling
Who got on a train bound for Ealing.
A sign near the door
Said *Don't spit on the floor* -
So he carefully spat on the ceiling.
There was a Young Girl at the Junction
Whose mobile began to malfunction
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A young man was keen to keep fit
Once went for a swim in the Tyne,
But sadly a mullet got stuck in his gullet
And another one up his behind.
Sorry. Coat?
Back to the limericks ...
There once was a miner from Wrexham
Who burst into spontaneous song
There's nothing that rhymes with an orange
Where I hear there's a mountain called Blorenge...
There was an Old Man on an Ark
Surrounded by Cats,
Wild Seagulls, and Rats,
He never went out after dark.
(semi-autobiographical bilge, but hey...)
There's nothing that rhymes with an orange
Except for the obscure word a sporange,
Which the spell check can't see
Regards as much less juicy,
And merely responds with a cringe.
There once was a fellow from Lyme
Who married three wives at a time.
When asked, "Why the third?"
He replied, "One's absurd,
And bigamy, Sir, is a crime".
There was a Young Man from Darjeeling
Who got on a train bound for Ealing.
A sign near the door
Said *Don't spit on the floor* -
So he carefully spat on the ceiling.
There was a Young Girl at the Junction
Whose mobile began to malfunction
At the service this morning, the hymns
There was an Old Man of Belle Isle
Whose manners were perfectly vile
To spit in the font,
There was a Young Person from Cork
Who owned a most beautiful Stork
And started to mutter,
Whilst spreading his bread with a fork.*
(*Stork = margarine in the UK)
Bad form, I know, but this is how I thought this one might go...
When They asked *Does it speak?*
It opened its beak
But all that came out was a Squork.
Continuing with the work of Wesley J and Yam_castle:
The warehouse was bare
And no-one was there