Limericks 9

So I dug in the earth all around
And left it all in a mound
But no gold was there

So I dug in the earth all around
And left it all in a mound
But no gold was there
Of treasure it was bare

So I dug in the earth all around
And left it all in a mound
But no gold was there
Of treasure it was bare
It’s already found I’ll be bound.

I have heard there’s trouble at mill

I have heard there’s trouble at mill
The girls are withdrawing good will

I have heard there’s trouble at mill
The girls are withdrawing good will
The strike starts at noon

I have heard there’s trouble at mill
The girls are withdrawing good will
The strike starts at noon
They won't be back, that soon

I have heard there’s trouble at mill
The girls are withdrawing good will
The strike starts at noon
They won't be back, that soon
Meanwhile working life’s at a standstill

There was a young man who loved food

There was a young man who loved food
Not any, only what tasted good

There was a young man who loved food
Not any, only what tasted good
A good wholesome stew

There was a young man who loved food
Not any, only what tasted good
A good wholesome stew
Followed by a good brew

There was a young man who loved food
Not any, only what tasted good
A good wholesome stew
Followed by a good brew
Always put him in a good mood

A clumsy young woman from Crete

A clumsy young woman from Crete
Used to trip and fall over her feet

A clumsy young woman from Crete
Used to trip and fall over her feet
Whilst trying to rise

A clumsy young woman from Crete
Used to trip and fall over her feet
Whilst trying to rise
She averted her eyes

A clumsy young woman from Crete
Used to trip and fall over her feet
Whilst trying to rise
She averted her eyes
And said, well wasn't that neat !

There once was a lady from london

There once was a lady from london
Whose favourite poet was Blunden

There once was a lady from London
Whose favourite poet was Blunden
"The Festubert Shrine"

There once was a lady from London
Whose favourite poet was Blunden
She loved a good rhyme

There once was a lady from London
Whose favourite poet was Blunden
She loved a good rhyme
Thought bad poems were a crime

There once was a lady from London
Whose favourite poet was Blunden
She loved a good rhyme
Thought bad poems were a crime
There's no way she'll join our group then?

She sure could pick up a tip or two

She sure could pick up a tip or two
We could show her the rhymes that we do

She sure could pick up a tip or two
We could show her the rhymes that we do
Most are funny

She sure could pick up a tip or two
We could show her the rhymes that we do
Most are funny
Many are punny

She sure could pick up a tip or two
We could show here the rhymes that we do
Most are funny
Many are punny
Some are so good we go, 'whoo-hoo.'

Will this Brexit thing ever come to an end?