Limericks (July 23)

I will then stretch out on the deck
And hope the seagulls don’t peck
This food is meant for me

I will then stretch out on the deck
And hope the seagulls don't peck
This food is meant for me
It is my high tea

I will then stretch out on the deck
And hope the seagulls don't peck
This food is meant for me
It is my high tea
Diet now definitely a wreck

Never mind it's all been great fun

Never mind it's all been great fun
I enjoyed my time in the sun

Never mind it's all been great fun
I enjoyed my time in the sun
To real life I return

Never mind it's all been great fun
I enjoyed my time in the sun
To real life I return
Got a living to earn

Never mind it's all been great fun
I enjoyed my time in the sun
To real life I return
Got a living to earn
And so many chores to get done

Pete dug a hole in the sand

Pete dug a hole in the sand
It was deep and all dug by hand

Pete dug a hole in the sand
It was deep and all dug by hand
What did he intend?

Pete dug a hole in the sand
It was deep and all dug by hand
What did he intend?
A grave for our Wend ?

Pete dug a hole in the sand
It was deep and all dug by hand
What did he intend?
A grave for our Wend?
Or a trap for the marching band

Sadly, they do not play in tune

Sadly, they do not play in tune
The cacophony goes on till noon

Sadly, they do not play in tune
The cacophony goes on till noon
At least not all night

Sadly, they do not play in tune
The cacophony goes on til noon
At least not at night
But starts at first light

Sadly, they do not play in tune
The cacophony goes on til noon
At least not at night
But starts at first light
They loudly descend from a dune

The racket still rings in my ears

The racket still rings in my ears
And so do the crowds shouts and jeers

The racket still rings in my ears
And so do the crowds shouts and jeers
The trumpet drowns all

The racket still rings in my ears
And so do the crowd's shouts and jeers
The trumpet drowns all
As far as the mall

The racket still rings in my ears
And so do the crowd's shouts and jeers
The trumpet drowns all
As far as the mall
But they fell down Pete's hole, it appears

Ah, beautiful quiet at last

Ah, beautiful quiet at last
But I tend to dwell on the past

Ah, beautiful quiet at last
But I tend to dwell on the past
I still can recall

Ah, beautiful quiet at last
But I tend to dwell on the past
I still can recall
What made me feel small

Ah, beautiful quiet at last
But I tend to dwell on the past
I still can recall
What made me feel small
And how I was dumped by my last

He wasn’t the nicest of men

He wasn't the nicest of men
He lied, told me his name was Ben

He wasn't the nicest of men
He lied, told me his name was Ben
With a bruv called Bill