Limericks 9

Then they rowed up and down on the river
While she played a dance tune on her zither
The men sang ballads
While waiting for their salads
Got inebriated, into the water they slithered.

They came out of the river looking like zombies

Then they rowed up and down on the river
While she played a dance tune on her zither
The men sang ballads
While waiting for their salads

Then they rowed up and down on the river
While she played a dance tune on her zither
The men sang ballads

Then they rowed up and down on the river
Whilst she played a dance tune on her zither

There was a young lady from Fowey
Who`s pastry was ever so doughy,
To her party, she invited
Two chaps who'd been knighted
And sang great songs by David Bowie.

Then they rowed up and down on the river

There was a young lady from Fowey
Who`s pastry was ever so doughy,
To her party, she invited
Two chaps who'd been knighted

There was a young lady from Fowey
Who`s pastry was ever so doughy,
To her party, she invited

There was a young lady from Fowey
Who`s pastry was ever so doughy,

That should have been poem but didn't quite rhyme,
I'll do much better when I compose next time
I'll try to make it fun
If I don't succeed, I'll run
Oh, don't worry, it's not really a crime!

There was a young lady from Fowey

That should have been poem but didn't quite rhyme,
I'll do much better when I compose next time
I'll try to make it fun
If I don't succeed, I'll run

That should have been poem but didn`t quite rhyme,
I'll do much better when I compose next time
I call it a licence
So long as it makes sense

That should have been poem but didn't quite rhyme,
I'll do much better when I compose next time
I'll try to make it fun

That should have been poem but didn`t quite rhyme,
I'll do much better when I compose next time
I call it a licence

That should have been poem but didn`t quite rhyme,
I'll do much better when I compose next time

So, New York, Paris, Tokyo or Rome
Wherever I am is home from home
A comfy chair and a book
Perhaps by a babbling brook
And there`s a cue for a "pome"

That should have been poem but didn`t quite rhyme,

So, New York, Paris, Tokyo or Rome
Wherever I am is home from home
A comfy chair and a book
Perhaps by a babbling brook

So, New York, Paris, Tokyo or Rome
Wherever I am is home from home
A comfy chair and a book

So, New York, Paris, Tokyo or Rome
Wherever I am is home from home

Nevertheless, holidays are great
Whether at home or in the States
I love to explore
There's always much more
To life than sitting by the grate.

So, New York, Paris, Tokyo or Rome

Nevertheless, holidays are great
Whether at home or in the States
I love to explore
There's always much more

Nevertheless, holidays are great
Whether at home or in the States
I love to explore

Nevertheless, holidays are great
Whether at home or in the States

There's no place like home, they say,
Just wish it had a view of the bay
Or a mountain, or lake
But the best of it, I'll make
'Cos I miss it when I go away.

Nevertheless, holidays are great

There's no place like home, they say,
Just wish it had a view of the bay
Or a mountain, or lake
But the best of it, I'll make

There's no place like home, they say,
Just wish it had a view of the bay
Or a mountain, or lake