Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Am Earworm

There was a young lady from Twickenham
Who loved sausages, never got sick of ‘em
So that everyday
to her God she would pray
to lengthen, and strengthen, and thicken them

This is shades of Uncle Bunny. He once alleged to me that he had been challenged to construct one based on “the titular Bishop of Belter” and that no one had been able to. However, over the course of a week or so, we came up with several. One of mine was:

The titular Bishop of Belter
in blind man’s bluff chased a lass helter skelter
the day was quite hot
so once she was caught
he not only felt her, he smelt her

Nigel seems to think it’s charmingly odd to wake up saying dirty limericks.

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3 Comments:

At 10/03/2008 2:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good one!

 
At 10/06/2008 8:09 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

That Twickenham one is perfect!

 
At 10/09/2008 10:48 AM, Blogger Stella Magdalen said...

Do we dare a dirty limerick off? Any takers?

 

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