Limericks 11

An angry young lady from Trottiscliffe
Treated everyone very crossly (close as I could get?)

An angry young lay from Trotscliffe
Treated everyone very crossly
She ranted and raved

An angry young lay from Trotscliffe
Treated everyone very crossly
She ranted and raved
And badly misbehaved

An angry young lady from Trotscliffe
Treated everyone very crossly
She ranted and raved
And badly misbehaved
She was summoned before Macdonald Lee

Macdonald Lee was the CEO

Macdonald Lee was the CEO
Of a multinational don’t you know

Macdonald Lee was the CEO
Of a multinational don’t you know
Never heard of the bloke

Macdonald Lee was the CEO
Of a multinational don’t you know
Never heard of the bloke
But when he spoke

Macdonald Lee was the CEO
Of a multinational don’t you know
Never heard of the bloke
But when he spoke
He sounded just like my a uncle Joe

Another ?pronunciation

There was a young lady named Caoimhe

Uncle Joe (not a)

There was a young lady named Caoimhe
Who came down with a raging fever

There was a young lady named Caoimhe
Who came down with a raging fever
The thermometer burst

There was a young lady named Caoimhe
Who came down with a raging fever
The thermometer burst
Over her bratwurst

There was a young lady named Caoimhe
Who came down with a raging fever
The thermometer burst
Over her bratwurst
Now that was a bit of a first!

There was an old fogey named Stanley

There was an old fogey named Stanley
Who had never looked terribly manly

There was an old fogey named Stanley
Who had never looked terribly manly
Charles Atlas he was definitely not

There was an old fogey named Stanley
Who had never looked terribly manly
Charles Atlas he was definitely not
His pecs had gone to pot

There was an old fogey named Stanley
Who had never looked terribly manly
Charles Atlas he was not
His pecs had gone to pot
He held no appeal for Meg Darnley

There was a young lady from Leicester

There was a young lady from Leicester
Who, indeed, had a beautiful sister

I'll change Leicester to Bicester to make it rhyme

There was a young lady from Bicester
Who, indeed, had a beautiful sister
But beauty's skin deep

There was a young lady from Bicester
Who, indeed, had a beautiful sister
But beauty's skin deep
And she's always asleep

There was a young lady from Bicester
Who, indeed, had a beautiful sister
But beauty's skin deep
And she's always asleep
How on earth will she find a Mister?

I went, all dolled up, to the gym today

I went, all dolled up, to the gym today
Hoping very much to be led astray

I went, all dolled up, to the gym today
Hoping very much to be led astray
But as the sweat poured down

I went, all dolled up to the gym today
Hoping very much to be led astray
But as the sweat poured down
Over my new gown

I went, all dolled up to the gym today
Hoping very much to be led astray
But as the sweat poured down
Over my new gown
I realised overdoing doesn't pay.

I wish I didn't wake up so early