Limericks 18 (cont'd)

Perhaps I will write a novel
For indulgence I will grovel

Perhaps I will write a novel
For indulgence I will grovel
I'm still on page one

Perhaps I will write a novel
For indulgence I will grovel
I'm still on page one
Inspiration gone

Perhaps I will write a novel
For indulgence I will grovel
I’m still on page one
Inspiration gone
Maybe it is just a wobble

I’d rather have fingers than toes

I’d rather have fingers than toes
Or just how would I pick my nose?

I’d rather have fingers than toes
Or just how would I pick my nose?
You could take up yoga

I’d rather have fingers than toes
Or just how would I pick my nose?
You could take up yoga
Or do the conga

I’d rather have fingers than toes
Or just how would I pick my nose?
You could take up yoga
Or do the conga
Or become a model and pose.

I'd like to compose a good song

I’d like to compose a good song
Something we could all sing along

I’d like to compose a good song
Something we could all sing along
We could harmonize

I’d like to compose a good song
Something we could all sing along
We could harmonize
That would be quite nice

I'd like to compose a good song
Something we could all sing along
We could harmonize
That would be quite nice
And I could beat time with a gong.

We'd need a good range of voices

We'd need a good range of voices
And what would be our song choices

We’d need a good range of voices
And what would be our song of choices
We’d sing loud and clear

We’d need a good range of voices
And what would be our song of choices
We’d sing loud and clear,
Be heard far and near,

We’d need a good range of voices
And what would be our song of choices
We’d sing loud and clear,
Be heard far and near
With a soprano like Joyce’s

It’s another one of those days

It’s another one of those days
Where I walk around in a daze

It’s another one of those days
Where I walk around in a daze
Birds ‘dropped’ on my clothes

It's another one of those days
Where I walked around in a daze
Birds 'dropped' on my clothes
Bad smell in my nose

It’s another on of those days
Where I walked around in a daze
Birds ‘dropped’ on my clothes
Bad smell in my nose
Let’s hope that it’s only a phase

A fellow jumped high off a wall

A fellow jumped high off a wall
He had nothing to lose at all

A fellow jumped high off a wall
He broke both his legs in the fall

A fellow jumped high off a wall
He broke both his legs in the fall
Both legs in plaster

A fellow jumped high off a wall
He broke both his legs in the fall
Both legs in plaster,
What a disaster,

A fellow jumped high off a wall
He broke both his legs in the fall
Both legs in plaster,
What a disaster,
The reason I do not recall

A skunk ambled into my house