New Limerick Thread II 2016 (following New Limerick Thread)

Oh how the mighty have fallen
Serves ‘em right, they’re just appallin,
But we can enjoy
Watching with friend Roy
Their sighing, crying and bawlin’

We honoured a Queen for so long

Oh how the mighty have fallen
Serves 'em right, they're just appallin'
But we can enjoy
Watching with friend Roy

Oh how the mighty have fallen
Serve's 'em right, they're just appallin'
But we can enjoy

Oh how the mighty have fallen
Serve's 'em right, they're just appallin'

The weather has really been awful
It brings us a mood rather doleful
But we know this won’t last
See the weather forecast
I’m hopeful and feeling so joyful.

Oh how the mighty have fallen

The weather has really been awful
It brings us a mood rather doleful
But we know this won't last
See the weather forecast!

The weather has really been awful
It brings us a mood rather doleful
But we know this won't last

The weather has really been awful
It brings us a mood rather doleful

If so you sure heed to confess
But try not to under duress
Just be a traitor
Sooner not later
You'll be forgiven, I guess.

The weather has really been awful

If so you sure need to confess
But try not to under duress
Just be a traitor
Sooner not later

If so you sure need to confess
But try not to under duress
Just be a traitor

If so, you sure need to confess
But try not to under duress

Better to walk and get steps in
And reward myself with a gin
That goes to my head
And leaves things unsaid
I doubt that is a mortal sin

If so, you sure need to confess

Better to walk and get steps in
And reward myself with a gin
That goes to my head
And leaves things unsaid

Better to walk and get steps in
And reward myself with a gin
That goes to my head

Better to walk and get steps in
And reward myself with a gin

Then go out and paint the town red
But then spend the next day in bed
I'm too old for this
Best to give it a miss
Before madness goes to my head

Better to walk and get steps in

Then go out and paint the town red
But then spend the next day in bed
I'm too old for this
Best to give it a mess

Then go out and paint the town red
But then spend the next day in bed
I'm too old for this

Then go out and paint the town red
But then spend the next day in bed

In my kitchen I roar and rage
But then I have to turn the page
Sit down with a gin
Breathe out and then in
And lock the anger in a cage.

Then go out and paint the town red

In my kitchen I roar and rage
But then I have to turn the page
Sit down with a gin
Breathe out and then in

In my kitchen I roar and rage
But then I have to turn the page
Sit down with a gin

Sorry, I’ll try again……..

Good job she is a good sport
And not the volatile sort
She's willing to share
She just doesn’t care
As long as she’s got her teapot.

In my kitchen I roar and rage
But then I have to turn the page

Good job she is a good sport
And not the volatile sort
She's willing to share
Contd
She just doesn’t care
As long as she’s got her teapot.

In my kitchen I roar and rage
But then I turn the page