For the right kind of candle
Was too hard to handle
And always fell out on his bonce.
Yes, but I suspect that you missed the pun on "sconce" - it's a rather old-fashioned word, used here primarily in the sense of a person's brain/thinking capacity, less so with the meaning that first came to you.
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There was an Old Man of Provence
Was too hard to handle
And always fell out on his bonce.
Yes, but I suspect that you missed the pun on "sconce" - it's a rather old-fashioned word, used here primarily in the sense of a person's brain/thinking capacity, less so with the meaning that first came to you.
Quoth his wife with a snap/of her fingers: “such crap!
Your writings are utterly turdy!”
There was an Old Lady of Crete
I'll kick him to Wednesday next week.
A young fellow was courting a girl
- ion prevented him kissing young Pearl...
Is that the third line?
Her colleagues got splashed,
And when she got out they all stank.
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Fat Puppy and Priti Patel
Have a ruse with a really vile smell.
One might speculate
On their ultimate fate,
Whether Paradise, Sheol or Hell.
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I'm happy that Lent is now over
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Let's please keep these limericks clean
We with soft focus and luck’ll
Avoid anything approaching obscene.
I can't really say it's a crisis.
'Cuz now I can party
With girls young and arty,
And satisfy all of my vices.
To curb their offences
But obscene still is seen on the screen.
(New first line)
No postcard excesses,
It upsets the obsessives,
And on that, our Hosts are quite mean.
Trying to get back into at least the spirit of Lear's verses...
There was an Old Person of Wales
Who purchased a yacht without sails
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There once was a creature from Pluto
The music enhanced
But now he'll be needing a new toe!
(Alaska)
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There once was a talented mime
But preferred to stay mute
Because scanning quite wasted his time
Who when he spoke, did always in rhyme
Scans better