Thank you, Piglet and thank you, Yam_castle. Who hath eyes to read, and all that. Ahem.
Wesley J, also Circus Host
But now, on Good Friday and in the spirit of forgiveness of sins, of death and resurrection, let's see where we get with this one:
There once was a girl on a yacht,
Who thought that the captain was hot.
So she stripped by the sails,
And rode bareback on whales.
But he shouted: "Is that all ya got?"
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From the station at old Inverurie
Whenever you're adding a line to a limerick, please check that you haven't missed the start of a new page, as it probably won't make sense.
Thanks,
Piglet, Circus host
Wesley J, also Circus Host
But now, on Good Friday and in the spirit of forgiveness of sins, of death and resurrection, let's see where we get with this one:
Once, led like a lamb to the slaughter
Was the son of God, and not God's daughter.
For she, I must guess
at home cleaned the mess
with mum which dad and son had brought 'er.
May you be forgiven...(it being Good Friday and all).
There was an Old Person of Filey
But their face - when laid out - was all smiley.
There was a Young Lady of Lound
[pedant alert]
Ceilidh doesn't rhyme with Filey - it rhymes with Bailey
[/pedant alert]
While walking one day in the hills
nowhere to find here
(*the little streams one might find running down hills)
There was an Old Man of the North
I was relying on the "ley" for the rhyme.
As something of very small worth.
(Sorry - that's the best *rhyme* I could think of...)
You know, it's a terrible shame,
Pain is in, beauty out
Whose rhymes were euphonious and clear
There was a Young Man of Bombay
Who liked to drink Tea every day
There once was a playwright called Will
Who thought that the captain was hot.
So she stripped by the sails,
And rode bareback on whales.
But he shouted: "Is that all ya got?"
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A high church young padre from Portsmouth