There was an old woman from Hull In her garden she kept a big bull He's an Aberdeen Angus and gorgeous His dangly bits are really enormous His coat used fifty kilos of wool!
When Gransnetters get into a muddle Their husbands they like to befuddle Their posts become confused Leaving our brains quite bruised And always in need of a cuddle.
The swallows, I’m told, have been seen And the world is returning to green, In the world there is fresh hope So no need now to mope I'm strutting around like a queen!
[Panache (I like your name), you have nothing to apologise for. Just enjoy! I'm the worst culprit for making mistakes. I end up posting on the wrong threads.]
The swallows, I’m told, have been seen And the world is returning to green, Blossom in bloom
There was once a tailor in Trent Whose scissors were somewhat bent His seams, somewhat squiffy Were done in a jiffy So a contract from Marks has been sent
We’ve been watching the Commonwealth games, But I don’t know any of their names, I feel quite inspired, But watching it I get tired Which might make me burst into flames.
It's all a bit of a muddle. Oh sorry, forgot to preview in previous post. Just a reminder of the rules for those new posters. One line per poster. Remember to refresh. (Note to self!) Remember to go back and see who posted first, then follow on.
Just ignore my previous contribution to the limerick.
My figure is not what it was Too much has been passed through my jaws I had better cut down On the lunches in town Though I make a rather good santa claus!