Limericks 7

In fact, she was very impressed
By the way the fine rapper was dressed
With his blingy gold chain

In fact, she was very impressed
By the way the fine rapper was dressed
With his blingy gold chain
And scooby do's so urbane

In fact she was very impressed
By the way the fine rapper was dressed
With his blingy gold chain
And Scooby do's so urbane
That she had to wear her Sunday best.

She wore her straw hat with pink feather

She wore her straw hat with pink feather
Good choice given the weather

She wore her straw hat with pink feather
Good choice given the weather
It tickled her spouse

She wore her straw hat with pink feather
Good choice given the weather
It tickled her spouse
Who started to grouse

She wore her straw hat with pink feather
Good choice given the weather
It tickled her spouse
Who started to grouse
So she wandered off with a chap called Trevor

There once was a boy named Sue

She wore her straw hat with pink feather
Good choice given the weather
It tickled her spouse
Who started to grouse
'Cos it lightened his purse of leather

Thank Heaven it's not as warm today

Thank Heaven it's not as warm today
While the sun shines they say to 'make hay'

Thank Heaven it's not as warm today
While the sun shines they say to 'make hay'
But my hair feels like straw

Thank Heaven it's not as warm today
While the sun shines they say to 'make hay'
But my hair feels like straw
And my toes feel like claws

Thank Heaven it's not as warm today
While the sun shines they say to 'make hay'
But my hair feels like straw
And my toes feel like claws
So there's no chance I'll be running the relay

There once was a boy named Sue

There once was a boy named Sue
His moniker he'd always eschew

There once was a boy named Sue
His moniker he'd always eschew
It'll toughen 'im, said dad

There once was a boy named Sue
His moniker he'd always eschew
It'll toughen 'im, said dad
Altho' it will make I'm mad

Sorry
There once was a boy named Sue
His moniker he'd always eschew
It'll toughen 'im, said dad
Altho' it will make him mad

There once was a boy named Sue
His moniker he'd always eschew
It'll toughen 'im , said dad
Altho' it will make him mad
But the sound of it made him boo, hoo.

His dad was extremely plain speaking

There once was a boy named Sue
His moniker he'd always eschew
It'll toughen 'im, said dad
Altho' it will make him mad
It never harmed me being called Prue

I think I am living in Fantasy Land

( Sorry, Anagram, I should do Beigecardigan's line first!)

His dad was extremely plain speaking
With a fondness for endless critiquing

His dad was extremely plain speaking
With a fondness for endless critiquing
He shot straight from the lip

His dad was extremely plain speaking
With a fondness for endless critiquing
He shot straight from the lip
On his shoulder a chip

(Of course, Grannycool, no problem. I seem to have the knack of hitting the 'post' button a second too late!)

His dad was extremely plain speaking
With a fondness for endless critiquing
He shot straight from the lip
On his shoulder a chip
But really quite fond of going streaking.

A fierce wind blew straight through our town

A fierce wind blew straight through our town
Red sand swirling around, round and down

A fierce wind blew straight through our town
Red sand swirling around, round and down,
It came from the Sahara