I really don't mind being hirsute My hair's glossy and really quite cute The tiara adds style Making me look quite wild When I walk down the street, drivers hoot.
Then I bumped into a rustic country type Richer than he looked, full of hype He said "Come, see my byre" But he didn't light my fire To him I said, "No thanks, you're full tripe".
The rain's coming again and the wind it's a blowing.
The rain's coming again and the wind it's a blowing. Any minute now we could see snowing Our weather's a lottery The forecast's a mockery I've given up driving and taken up rowing.
Tom's favourite animal is the elephant To find a rhyme I am hesitant But if I write 'trunk' You'd say I was drunk. To finish this limerick, well I can’t