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limericks

 

 

There was a young lady from Ealing

Whose manner of dress was revealing

exposed to the air

a magnificent pair

Of knickers she bought in Darjeeling…

 

 

There was a young fellow called Lance.

 Who desperately sought for romance

He had halitosis

and so the prognosis.

Was that he stood little chance.

 

There was a young lass from Belfast

One Easter decided to fast.

She lived for a week

 on bubble and squeak

Quite proud of the wind that she passed.

 

Sunday, 30 January 2011

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Reviews

[SimonitroX]

The flow of this poem between the three verses are fun to read. It seems everyone of the characters have something in common. There's a catch in every story.

[An owl on the moon]

This was quite hilarious, as is oft the nature of a limerick! The form and flow just lend themselves to fun.