Limericks 13

All my wild flowers are about to bloom
Their wonderful colours dispel the gloom
They brighten each year
And bring such cheer

All my wild flowers are about to bloom
Their wonderful colours dispel the gloom
They brighten each year

Okay Jangran99 ?

One line each Grany

All my wild flowers are about to bloom
Their wonderful colours dispel the gloom

All my wild flowers are about to bloom
I really am over the moon

We hope this summer will bring us some joy,
With no more lockdown us to annoy,
As soon as this ends
We'll drive to Lands End
And sing in the car shouting ahoy!

All my wild flowers are about to bloom

We hope this summer will bring us some joy,
With no more lockdown us to annoy,
As soon as this ends
We'll drive to Lands End

We hope this summer will bring us some joy,
With no more lockdown us to annoy,
As soon as this ends

We hope this summer will bring us some joy,
With no more lockdown us to annoy,

The weather has been fine for a while
The best spring we’ve had by a mile
Nature's profusion
Birdsong in confusion
And the ladies dressed up in style.

We hope this summer, will bring us some joy

The weather has been fine for a while
The best spring we’ve had by a mile
Nature's profusion
Birdsong in confusion

The weather has been fine for a while
The best spring we’ve had by a mile
Nature's profusion

The weather has been fine for a while
The best spring we’ve had by a mile

A pastor on the island of Mull
Whose sermons were terribly dull
Beneath his cassock
Knelt on his hasso
The Congregation were all in a lull

The weather has been fine for a while

A pastor on the island of Mull
Whose sermons were terribly dull
Beneath his cassock
Knelt on his hassock

A pastor on the island of Mull
Whose sermons were terribly dull
Beneath his hassock

A pastor on the island of Mull
Whose sermons were terribly dull

He fancied a flirt with the woman next door
But sadly she thought him a bit of a bore
His advances she spurned
When for her he yearned
Cold water on his passion she'd pour!

A pastor on the island of Mull.( pronunciation fun ?)

He fancied a flirt with the woman next door
But sadly she thought him a bit of a bore
His advances she spurned
When for her he yearned

He fancied a flirt with the woman next door
But sadly she thought him a bit of a bore
His advances she spurned

He fancied a flirt with the woman next door
But sadly she thought him a bit of a bore

There once was an old man named Fred
whose favourite colour was red
He’d painted his walls
Despite a few falls
And even coloured his bed.

Starting with 52bright's earlier line
He fancied a flirt with the woman next door

There once was an old man named Fred
whose favourite colour was red
He’d painted his walls
Despite a few falls

sorry 52bright we each add one line at a time to the limerick and the person who adds the fifth line starts a new one. Yours would be good for a new start eventually

There once was an old man named Fred
whose favourite colour was red
He’d painted his walls

There once was an old man named Fred
whose favourite colour was red

He fancied a flirt with the woman next door