Limericks 11

What an awful day it's been
Partner acting like a stroppy teen

There was an old man from the west
Who wore an old hand knitted vest
It began to unravel
As he began to travel
It certainly was way past its best!!

What an awful day it's been

There was an old man from the west
Who wore an old hand knitted vest
It began to unravel
As he began to travel

There was an old man from the west
Who wore an old hand knitted vest
It began to unravel

There was an old man from the west
Who wore an old hand knitted vest

But my bikini never gets wet
I only wore it for a bet,
It makes chaps whistle
And their b ps fizzle
But that is as far as they get

There was an old man from the west

But my bikini never gets wet
I only wore it for a bet,
It makes chaps whistle
And their b ps fizzle

But my bikini never gets wet
I only wore it for a bet,
It makes chaps whistle

But my bikini never gets wet
I only wore it for a bet,

So with picnic, bucket and spade
And sandwiches, posh puddings I've made
Off to find an empty beach
Flask of tea within easy reach
Daringly, up to my knees I'll wade.

But my bikini never gets wet

So with picnic, bucket and spade
And sandwiches, posh puddings I've made
Off to find an empty beach
Flask of tea within easy reach

So with picnic, bucket and spade
And sandwiches, posh puddings I've made
Off to find an empty beach

So with picnic, bucket and spade
And sandwiches, posh puddings I've made

We'll all be buying our barbecue goodies
And leaving off our coats and hoodies
But now it's scarves and mittens
And fingers a little frost bitten
But not many months till bikinis!

So with picnic, bucket and spade

We'll all be buying our barbecue goodies
And leaving off our coats and hoodies
But now it's scarves and mittens
And fingers a little frost bitten

We'll all be buying our barbecue goodies
And leaving off our coats and hoodies
But now it's scarves and mittens

We`ll all be buying our barbecue goodies,
And leaving off our coats and hoodies

So good to hear songthrushes singing
Spring`s not far away, bells will be ringing
Cuckoos and snowdrops
And buds in the copse
And supermarket tills will be pinging.

We`ll all be buying our barbecue goodies,

So good to hear songthrushes singing
Spring's not far away, bells will be ringing
Cuckoos and snowdrops
And buds in the copse

So good to hear songthrushes singing
Spring's not far away, bells will be ringing
Cuckoos and snowdrops

So good to hear songthrushes singing
Spring's not far away, bells will be ringing

Now back to normal, what next I wonder?
I seem to move from blunder to blunder
But New Year fresh start
Gives a lift to my heart,
And blows the old doldrums asunder.

So good to hear songthrushes singing

Now back to normal, what next I wonder?
I seem to move from blunder to blunder
But New Year fresh start
Gives a lift to my heart,

Now back to normal, what next I wonder?
I seem to move from blunder to blunder
But New Year fresh start

Now back to normal, what next I wonder?
I seem to move from blunder to blunder