Limericks 16

There`s a tree blown down in our road
We thought chopped up would make a load
Of logs for the fire
Which we could admire

There`s a tree blown down in our road
We thought chopped up would make a load
Of logs for the fire

There`s a tree blown down in our road
We thought chopped up would make a load

A young volunteer in his scrubs
Looking like he`d just left the cubs
Sharp needle in hand
Gave one crisp command,
Go home now and don't go near pubs.

There's a tree blown down in our road

A young volunteer in his scrubs
Looking like he`d just left the cubs
Sharp needle in hand
Gave one crisp command

A young volunteer in his scrubs
Looking like he`d just left the cubs
Sharp needle in hand

A young volunteer in his scrubs
Looking like he`d just left the cubs

Hooray I've now had the first jab
A good one from a trusted lab
It' didn't hurt much
No swelling as such
With the needle just a quick stab.

A young volunteer in his scrubs

Hooray I’ve now had the first jab
A good one from a trusted lab
It didn’t hurt much
No swelling as such

Hooray I’ve now had the first jab
A good one from a trusted lab
It didn’t hurt much

Hooray I’ve now had the first jab
A good one from a trusted lab

So he ran outside with his quarry
Which startled my neighbour Miss Florrie
She darted indoors
Came out on all fours
It’s now a detective story

Hooray I’ve now had the first jab

So he ran outside with his quarry
Which startled my neighbour Miss Florrie
She darted indoors
Came out on all fours

So he ran outside with his quarry
Which startled my neighbour Miss Florrie
She darted indoors

So he ran outside with his quarry
Which startled my neighbour Miss Florrie

Poor Tom, with his trophy he left
Looking as and rather bereft
He had won an award
But got no reward
At hunting at which he was deft.

So he ran outside with his quarry

Poor Tom, with his trophy he left
Looking sad and rather bereft
He had won an award
But got no reward

Poor Tom, with his trophy he left
Looking sad and rather bereft
He had won an award

Poor Tom, with his trophy he left
Looking sad and rather bereft

Mam grabbed a broomstick and yelled
"Tom Tiddles, your hunting be quelled!"
“You’re not coming near”
'Or I'll whack your rear"
Your enthuse , very soon will be felled

Poor Tom, with his trophy he left

Mam grabbed a broomstick and yelled
"Tom Tiddles, your hunting be quelled!"
“You’re not coming near”
'Or I'll whack your rear"

Man grabbed a broomstick and yelled
"Tom Tiddles, your hunting be quelled!"
“you’re not coming near”

Man grabbed a broomstick and yelled
"Tom Tiddles, your hunting be quelled!"

His trophy he brought for all to see
Wish we hadn’t been eating tea
Clutched in his fangs
A budgie of Mam’s
And the rabbit from number 3.

Mam grabbed a broomstick and yelled

His trophy he brought for all to see
Wish we hadn’t been eating tea
Clutched in his fangs
A budgie of Mam’s