Limericks 17

A young pretender to the throne
Implied that I was an old crone

A young pretender to the throne
Implied that I was an old crone
“How cheeky!” I thought

A young pretender to the throne
Implied that I was an old crone
“How cheeky!” I thought
“No better than ought!”

A young pretender to the throne
Implied that I was an old crone
"How cheeky!" I thought
"No better than ought!"
Now I will just go off and moan

I`ve just gone and written a pome

I`ve just gone and written a pome
It’s all about my cosy home

I`ve just gone and written a pome
It’s all about my cosy home
Its snug inglenook

I’ve just gone and written a pome
It’s all about my cosy home
Its snug inglenook
A good mystery book

I’ve just gone and written a pome
It’s all about my cosy home
Its snug inglenook
A good mystery book
And a bath of sweet-smelling foam

It’s my bit of heaven on earth

It`s my bit of heaven on earth
Set right in the hills above Perth

It`s my bit of heaven on earth
Set right in the hills above Perth
In Australia?

It’s not
So what have you got

Er..I'll add to my last line

It`s my bit of heaven on earth
Set right in the hills above Perth
In Australia?
Or the one nearer

It`s my bit of heaven on earth
Set right in the hills above Perth
In Australia?
Or the one nearer
In Scotland beside the Tay Firth

I call it my wee But and Ben

I call it my wee But and Ben
My cottage is also my den

I call it my wee But and Ben
My cottage is also my den
A haven it is

I call it my wee But and Ben
My cottage is also my den
A haven it is
The thatch you can’t miss

I call it my wee But and Ben
My cottage is also my den
A haven it is
It's called "Hers 'n' His"

I call it my wee But and Ben
My cottage is also my den
A haven it is
It's called "Hers 'n' His"
It’s hidden away in the glen

Oh! to be away from the crowds

Oh! to be away from the crowds
As sunset is painting the clouds

Oh! to be away from the crowds
As sunset is painting the clouds
A hammock is best

Oh! to be away from the crowds
As sunset is painting the clouds
A hammock is best
For causing much jest

Oh! to be away from the crowds
As sunset is painting the clouds
A hammock is best
For causing much jest
Especially covered in shrouds

Sometimes limericks lose their way

Sometimes limericks lose their way
I know , I’ve often gone astray

Sometimes limericks lose their way
I know , I’ve often gone astray
There's words with no rhyme