Limericks with very strict rules ..... 88558

Ooh sorry , *should be chocs not crocs of course.

New verse:

New verse?

Flowers and Crocs??

New line Puzzler?

You’d think he’d become downhearted
Instead, to woo her he started
With flowers and crocs
Silk dress in a box
And a date was fixed before he departed.

You’d think he’d become downhearted
Instead, to woo her he started
With flowers and chocs
Silk dress in a box

You’d think he’d become downhearted
Instead, to woo her he started
With flowers and chocs

You’d think he’d become downhearted
Instead, to woo her he started

There he'd met a pretty young lass
You know the type - with lots of class
Her father was rich
But there was a hitch
For the girl had suitors en masse

You’d think he’d become downhearted

There he'd met a pretty young lass
You know the type - with lots of class
Her father was rich
But there was a hitch

There he'd met a pretty young lass
You know the type - she had lots of class
Her father was rich

There he'd met a pretty young lass
You know the type - she had lots of class

There once was a lad from the south
Who always had gum in his mouth
He'd broken his tooth
In his misspent youth
In a fight on a trip to Louth

There he’d met a pretty young lass

There once was a lad from the south
Who always had gum in his mouth
He'd broken his tooth
In his misspent youth

There once was a lad from the south
Who always had gum in his mouth
He'd broken his tooth

Oops ... I forgot to check so...

There once was a lad from the south
Who always had gum in his mouth

There once was a lad from the south
Who was ‘blessed’ with a potty mouth

There once was a lad from the south
Who always had gum in his mouth

I love a young sailor from Perth
Who longed to be able to surf
With only one leg
He’s called Jake the peg
I fear he’s not long for this earth!

There once was a lad from the south

I love a young sailor from Perth
Who longed to be able to surf
With only one leg
He’s called Jake the peg

I love a young sailor from Perth
Who longed to be able to surf
With only one leg

I love a young sailor from Perth
Who longed to be able to surf

Though syllable counting is tough
We spout out less verse off the cuff
It disciplines us
But please do not cuss
If we are not perfect enough.

I love a young sailor from Perth

Though syllable counting is tough
We spout out less verse off the cuff
It disciplines us
But please do not cuss

Though syllable counting is tough
We spout out less verse off the cuff
It disciplines us
But please don't cuss