Limericks 11

I`m not keen on the clocks going back
That extra hour in bed makes me slack
The mornings are too dark
Especially when up with the lark,

I'm not keen on the clocks going back
That extra hour in bed makes me slack
The mornings are too dark

I'm not keen on the clocks going back
That extra hour in bed makes me slack

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I’m not keen on the clocks going back

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If you were chosen to be an astronaut
I'd be feeling rather fraught
But then I'd be weightless
That wouldn't cause me distress
I’d float around exactly as taught

If you were chosen to be an astronaut
I'd be feeling rather fraught
But then I'd be weightless
That wouldn't cause me distress

If you were chosen to be an astronaut
I'd be feeling rather fraught
But then I'd be weightless

If you were chosen to be an astronaut
I'd be feeling rather fraught

Next it will be November the 5th
A whizz bang of a story,not a myth
If only Guy Fawkes knew
This day he would rue
For it meant that his life was dispensed with.

If you were chosen to be an astronaut

Next it will be November the 5th
A whizz bang of a story,not a myth
If only Guy Fawkes knew
This day he would rue

Next it will be November the 5th
A whizz bang of a story,not a myth
If only Guy Fawkes knew

Next it will be November the 5th
A whizz bang of a story,not a myth

`It`ll soon be Hallowe`en night
Costume ready, to give kids a fright
With my green make up on
I wait until the sun has gone
And look for a neck that I can bite

Next it will be November the 5th

It`ll soon be Hallowe`en night
Costume ready, to give kids a fright
With my green make up on
With my broomstick, I'll be gone

`It`ll soon be Hallowe`en night
Costume ready, to give kids a fright
With my green make up on
I wait until the sun has gone

It`ll soon be Hallowe`en night
Costume ready, to give kids a fright
With my green make up on

It'll soon be Hallowe'en night
Costume ready, to give kids a fright

I once was a slave to fashion
Following trends with a passion
I crippled me feet
My skirts too petite
And lippie that made me look ashen!

It'll soon be Hallowe'en night

I once was a slave to fashion
Following trends with a passion
I crippled me feet
My skirts too petite

I once was a slave to fashion
Following trends with a passion
I crippled me feet

I once was a slave to fashion
Following trends with a passion

I was tempted to conjure a spell
Leave the house with a horrible smell
They provoked my ire
That something I don`t admire
It really does not ring my bell.

I once was a slave to fashion

I was tempted to conjure a spell
Leave the house with a horrible smell
They provoked my ire
That something I don't admire

I was tempted to conjure a spell
Leave the house with a horrible smell
They provoked my ire