Whole limericks

Hint - get your last line ready first and make the rest fit.

On gransnet there was a poster
Who one day sat on her toaster
She let out a howl
Said this is foul
And the stripes on my bum are disaster.

(I can't do last lines)

There was a young seagull called Rasta
Who chased kids to make them run fasta
So they threw him a chip
It got caught in his beak lip
And he now prefers haddock with pasta.

This was to cheer up my GD who was attacked by a seagull outside a fish and chip shop. Didn't work. She still hates them!

Seagulls I mean, not chips.

One day when things weren't going right
I chanced on this wonderful site
Where problems are shared
And worries are aired
And somehow the dark became light

Gransnet of course!

We could dedicate the whole rest of the thread to limericks about me.

of satisfaction.

Oh yes. I like that MiceElf.

Elegran! Stop trying to visualise it!

There once was a woman called Jings
Who wrote about hundreds of things.
She expressed an opinion
On almost a million
From teaching to flouncing to wings.

Sir Yoric is good Jingl

Oh dear! Thread' s gone quiet.

That makes me think of my son and his little open-top two seater useless thingie (can't remember car names)

I did n't write this one but it's too good to not put up:

There was a young student from Boston,
Who drove around in an Austen.
There was room for his ass
and a gallon of gas.
But his balls hung out and he lost 'em.

There is a Gransnetter who sings
Who denies having huge bingo wings
When she takes a deep breath
People wish they were deaf
Her flapping brings down most ceilings!

Very commendable. jings...

So you can do a limeric, just with the end a bit dodgy(no k - end dodgy - oh forget it)

And that's twenty minutes of my life I won't get back!

There was a young feller from Warwick
Who went by the name of Sir Yoric
He had a degree
Was clever you see
And now he's directing the traffic.

Yeah alright! I know the last bit doesn't rhyme! (Quite good apart from that)

Not you, DebnCreme ! ^You* clearly can. I was wondering about jings

But can you write a real limerick, or is it only cod ones?

An elderly lady got caught in the rain
Causing her arthur-ritis to be quite a pain
She received some new joints
Could then stand on her points
And her walking stick was used not again.

Well, I can dream can't I?

I know! Only joking missis.

Pomes yes, limericks no.

Writing pomes

Better at what Jings ?