Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Sept 9, 2005 2:20:51 GMT -5
There once was a woman named Faye She was quite a tramp, so they say, When Reverend Wilde Found that she was with child, He worriedly said "Let us pray..."
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Sept 9, 2005 2:24:52 GMT -5
Another girl - "Kiss-and-tell Sally", Met a man of the cloth, up an alley,
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Sept 9, 2005 6:40:41 GMT -5
Another girl - "Kiss-and-tell Sally", Met a man of the cloth, up an alley. As he took off his collar, And slipped her a dollar...
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Crusoe
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Post by Crusoe on Sept 9, 2005 11:20:30 GMT -5
Another girl - "Kiss-and-tell Sally", Met a man of the cloth, up an alley. As he took off his collar, And slipped her a dollar... They became more than usually pally.
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Sept 9, 2005 14:06:43 GMT -5
She said to the Bishop of Gloucester, "I think, sir, that you're an impostor,
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Pooka
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Post by Pooka on Sept 10, 2005 3:23:18 GMT -5
She said to the Bishop of Gloucester, "I think, sir, that you're an impostor, You're as small as an imp And you're clearly a p*mp... My best friend says you always exhaust 'er." Please, someone save this limerick. Post somethin' better! My aging brain doesn't work on demand anymore.
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Sept 10, 2005 4:03:30 GMT -5
She said to the Bishop of Gloucester, "I think, sir, that you're an impostor, You're as small as an imp And you're clearly a p*mp... My best friend says you always exhaust 'er." Please, someone save this limerick. Post somethin' better! My aging brain doesn't work on demand anymore. There was nothing wrong with that, Pooks. I believe, however, that the bishop's lawyers are keen to contact you. On her birthday young Pooks should be kissed, (A temptation I couldn't resist)
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Sept 10, 2005 4:09:20 GMT -5
On her birthday young Pooks should be kissed, (A temptation I couldn't resist) Sad to say, it's pathetic, She'd need anaesthetic Unless she was thoroughly pissed.
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Sept 10, 2005 5:12:45 GMT -5
On her birthday young Pooks should be kissed, (A temptation I couldn't resist) Sad to say, it's pathetic, She'd need anaesthetic Unless she was thoroughly pissed. She'd have to be, Cap'n So, here is my plan, please don't knock it, There's some chloroform stashed in my pocket...
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Crusoe
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Post by Crusoe on Sept 12, 2005 5:39:05 GMT -5
You're as small as an imp And you're clearly a p*mp... My best friend says you always exhaust 'er." There was nothing wrong with that, Pooks. I believe, however, that the bishop's lawyers are keen to contact you. Hee hee. I thought it was pretty funny, too, Benbow but you’re right, perhaps Pook a will have to seek refuge in a foreign contry.
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Crusoe
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Post by Crusoe on Sept 12, 2005 5:39:42 GMT -5
So, here is my plan, please don't knock it, There's some chloroform stashed in my pocket... She’ll quickly be under, Her kisses I’ll plunder, And see if she goes like a rocket. Ahem, apologies for the deterioration in tone of the limericks – one has to work with the material one’s given, though. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Sept 12, 2005 7:57:22 GMT -5
Ahem, apologies for the deterioration in tone of the limericks – one has to work with the material one’s given, though. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. When sticking to one's excuses Try not to think of sour juices They'll purse up your lips Your hands will make fists
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Sept 12, 2005 10:53:51 GMT -5
When sticking to one's excuses Try not to think of sour juices They'll purse up your lips Your hands will make fists Wait a mo' till the tension reduces...
dear, dear ... 'lips' - 'fists'? What's your game, Nursie?
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Sept 12, 2005 11:15:30 GMT -5
When sticking to one's excuses Try not to think of sour juices They'll purse up your lips Your hands will make fists Wait a mo' till the tension reduces... dear, dear ... 'lips' - 'fists'? What's your game, Nursie? What's my game Nudders? Cricket of course, thought that had already been established. And what's so terrible about lips and fists, eh? I've seen far worse "rhymes" here. I dunno, have another go at Incomplete Limericks after a long layoff and I get nitpicked at. ps. Captain, you ok? Or the tension getting to you, too? pps. I hereby declare that a No Ball, hah.
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Benbow
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Post by Benbow on Sept 12, 2005 14:52:08 GMT -5
ps. Captain, you ok? Or the tension getting to you, too? pps. I hereby declare that a No Ball, hah. It's just the way his trousers hang... The Captain accuses the Nurse, Of assonance - what could be worse?
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