Fancy writing a group limerick ?

Oh what can I do 'bout my jamshelf.

It's not that good for my own health.

To reach up so high

And fall flat on my thigh

()

And do a bad injury to myself.

Ouch! *MiniMouse. That doesn't scan well.

(This was for Galen so that she could continue in her ruderies quest!)

PapaOscar gets these lim'ricks started

With my xxxx on the bottom-most shelf

PS: Samantha advises that Fannies were members of the Female Auxiliary Nursing Yeomanry in WW1 so can't quite see that in the context of a London-bound coach trip. Have consulted Jackson-Pollock on the matter but to no avail. Perhaps Gallen learnt something to her advantage at Scratchwood?

She could have been using the word as they do in the US - i.e. meaning backsides/bums/arses.

Now I get it!

Fine words flew out of Gran's mouth

They floated and then headed south

The words said 'the north'

Then turned off to Borth,

And ended up somewhere near Louth.

At limericks you're all getting good

As one would expect we would

To us they come easy

They are just lemon-squeezy

And with that I am off for my pud.

So WHEN do we find out just what

Is bubbling in Grannies old pot

It could be wacky backy

Or something MORE tacky

I doubt we will like it a lot!