The Swearing Mother has gone all limericky and wishes us to participate in an orgy of limericism about ourselves.
Her own contribution is here. My humble addition to the anthology is:
Behind the mild manners a raptor
Unless some sweet lady's his captor
Looks after his dears
Then bores them to tears
To write more would need a full chapter
If you're not writing limmericks
ReplyDeleteyout talent you're a-wasting
do take a closer look Romeo,
that's no 'lady' you're chasing.
Very clever, you should do the 6 word memory meme. I'd like to see what you do with it.
ReplyDeleteA g & t later, I am back:
ReplyDelete"A Welshwoman blogged from the Med
of trivia and being fed
The Mafia came round
Said, "No is profound"
And ever since then she's been read."
Boom-boom! [I'm sure I'm going to regret this in the morning.]
You need to be aware of those sweet ladies, they may be not so sweet as you think! Maybe the raptor in reverse ;-)
ReplyDeleteGreat Limerick :-)
I however am much sweeter than I appear or legend would have one belief. Isn't that so James?
ReplyDeleteLadies, allow us men to continue in our selective blindness because it is sweet pain, this romantic masochism.
ReplyDeleteUber - too true.
JMB - will try it.
Welshcakes - oh my sainted aunt!
Cherei - heeded, dear.
I did not write this but am still going to post it anyway, have a laugh, lighten up.
ReplyDeleteThere once was a poor man named Crocket
Whose b@lls got caught in a socket.
His wife was a b**ch,
So she cranked on the switch,
And Crocket took off like a rocket!
Well done Welshcakes.
**Laughing at something else**
Absolutely fabulous. Knew there'd be some top quality limericks over here!
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