Limericks 13

The first thing I'll do when I'm free ...
Is go running out of the house, yippee

The first thing I’ll do when I’m free...
Is go running ou of the house, yippee
I’ll go to the pub

The first thing I’ll do when I’m free...
Is go running ou of the house, yippee
I’ll go to the pub
There'll be a hubbub

The first thing I’ll do when I’m free...
Is go running ou of the house, yippee
I’ll go to the pub
There'll be a hubbub
Then I'm off on a huge spending spree

A little old dear in Kilkenny

A little old dear in Kilkenny
Was dying to spend a penny

A little old dear in Kilkenny
Was dying to spend a penny
While at the vicar's

A little old dear in Kilkenny
Was dying to spend a penny
While at the vicar's
Wearing her best knickers

A little old dear in Kilkenny
Was dying to spend a penny
While at the vicar's
Wearing her best knickers
Of those she’d sadly wet many ?

A young belly dancer from Wells

A young belly dancer from Wells
Decided to cover her midriff in bells

A young belly dancer from Wells
Once covered her midriff in bells
When her hips swung

A young belly dancer from Wells
Once covered her midriff in bells
When her hips swung
Those bells were rung

A young belly dancer from Wells
Once covered her midriff in bells
When her hips swung
Those bells were rung
And young swains fell under her spells

But her heart belongs to young Harry

But her heart belongs to young Harry
Determined to him she would marry

But her heart belongs to young Harry
Determined to him she would marry
But taken was he

But her heart belongs to young Harry
Determined to him she would marry
But taken was he
By Debbie McGee

But her heart belongs to young Harry
Determined to him she would marry
But taken was he
By Debbie McGee
That’s where his heart longs to tarry

It’s fun composing a limerick

It's fun composing a limerick
There's many a rule to the trick

It's fun composing a limerick
There's many a rule to the trick
The rhythm’s the key

It's fun composing a limerick
There's many a rule to the trick
The rhythm’s the key
Poetic licence is free

It's fun composing a limerick
There's many a rule to the trick
The rhythm’s the key
Poetic licence is free
Witticism should be the yardstick

There was a young lady from Hythe

There was a young lady from Hythe
Whose body was particularly lithe

There was a young lady from Hythe
Whose body was particularly lithe
With her big toe,my dear

There was a young lady from Hythe
Whose body was particularly lithe
With her big toe,my dear
She'd clean out her ear

There was a young lady from Hythe
Whose body was particularly lithe
With her big toe,my dear
She'd clean out her ear
Her contortions made onlookers writhe.

There once was an old man named Fred

There once was an old man named Fred
Whose favourite colour was red