Limerick writing Mark 3 (colour, animal,number).

And puked up green sick.

That looked like oodles of doodles!

(Oodles being vaguely a number )

(Bravo, MiniM!)

'How now, brown cow' is a tester

Said a cheeky young chicken from Leicester

The cock was quite cutting

The red hen kept tutting

And the peacock became the jester.

Red Rum was one hell of a horse

His four hooves churned up the racecourse

Two tote men in turmoil.

Cried 'look at that red soil'

And the Starter looked decidedly peuce

(Where's the rhyme?)

(Lost in translation, I think, AlieO, so I'll withdraw that line)

"Let's call for three men from the Force."

One large and one small and one middlesized

(I'm up too darn early)

One large and one small in the middle (perhaps, AleO, it was very early)

Devised a really red-hot riddle

Umm...

"Let's call for three men from the Force."

was meant to be the last line of the previous limerick, since papaoscar had withdrawn his line.

Yes, we got that, FarNorth!

With only two clues

What a weasely ruse

The shrew had worked out a fiddle.