Limericks 18 (cont'd)

Soon we'll have flowers and such
Don’t like dandelions that much

Easter seemed to be a washout
Certainly not much sun about
It’s dank and it’s cold
Makes me feel so old
But spring will arrive, I don't doubt

Soon we'll have flowers and such

Easter seemed to be a washout
Certainly not much sun about
It’s dank and it’s cold
Makes me feel so old

Easter seemed to be a washout
Certainly not much sun about
It’s dank and it’s cold

Easter seemed to be a washout Certainly not much sun about

Bootlaces were fine but quite strong
But I always tied them all wrong
Though neat little bows
Can be tied? Who knows?
When those laces are far too long

Easter seemed to be a washout

Bootlaces were fine but quite strong
But I always tied them all wrong
Though neat little bows
Can be tied? How, who knows?

Bootlaces were fine but quite strong
But I always tied them all wrong
Though neat little bows

Bootlaces were fine but quite strong
But I always tied them all wrong

His shoes might be dainty and neat
They would only fit tiny feet
But boots he can make
Real leather, not fake
Almost looked good enough to eat

Bootlaces were fine but quite strong

His shoes might be dainty and neat
They would only fit tiny feet
But boots he can make
Real leather, not fake

His shoes might be dainty and neat
They would only fit tiny feet
But boots he can make

His shoes might be dainty and neat
They would only fit very tiny feet

There was an old cobbler from Poole
Who always sat on a high stool
The shoes he would cobble
The stool it did wobble
One foot on the floor was his rule.

His shoes might be dainty and neat

There was an old cobbler from Poole
Who always sat on a high stool
The shoes he would cobble
The stool it did wobble

There was an old cobbler from Poole
Who always sat on a high stool
The shoes he would cobble

There was an old cobbler from Poole
Who always sat on a high stool

The clouds are foreboding and grey
Another washout of a day
The suns peeping through
I’m feeling quite blue
I just hope things improve by May

There was an old cobbler from Poole

The clouds are foreboding and grey
Another washout of a day
The suns peeping through
I’m feeling quite blue

he clouds are foreboding and grey
Another washout of a day
The suns peeping through

The clouds are foreboding and grey
Another washout of a day

My Post Office parcel is due
What’s in it I have not a clue
Surprise gift from Tom ?
What if it's a bomb?
Could be something to wear that's brand new

The clouds are foreboding and gray

My Post Office parcel is due
What’s in it I have not a clue
Surprise gift from Tom ?
What if it's a bomb?

My Post Office parcel is due
What’s in it I have not a clue
Surprise gift from Tom ?

My Post Office parcel is due
What’s in it I have not a clue