Limericks 14

Brough has a castle, by gum
A good place to go my chum
It's not very far
drive there by car
It's a good place to meet your just one

Remember to keep two metres apart

Brough has a castle, by gum
A good place to go my chum
It's not very far
drive there by car

Brough has a castle, by gum
A good place to go my chum
It's not very far

Brough has a castle, by gum
So a good place to go my chum

She warned him that she'd had enough
That on him she's going to be tough
He gave not a fig
His own hole he'd dig
So he packed up and travelled to Brough!

Brough has a castle, by gum,

She warned him that she'd had enough
That on him she's going to be tough
He gave not a fig,
His own hole he’d dig

She warned him that she'd had enough
That on him she's going to be tough
He gave not a fig,

She warned him that she'd had enough
That on him, she's going to be tough

There once was a man of great age
Who got in a most terrible rage
He gritted his gums
Abused all his chums
'Til his wife went on the rampage.

She warned him that she'd had enough

There once was a man of great age
Who got in a most terrible rage
He gritted his gums
Abused all his chums

There once was a man of great age
Who got in a most terrible rage
He gritted his gums

There once was a man of great age
Who got in a most terrible rage

But halfway there he jumped ship
What happened to him? Did he flip?
I scanned the horizon
And then fixed my eyes on
The scoundrel, he'd made a round trip

There once was a man of great age

But halfway there he jumped ship
What happened to him? Did he flip?
I scanned the horizon
And then fixed my eyes on

But halfway there he jumped ship
What happened to him? Did he flip?
I scanned the horizon

Bl**dy auto correct ?

But halfway there he jumped shop
What happened to him? Did he flip?

I once dated an old man called Whisky
Whose tendency was to get frisky
His hands they would wander
A quick slap then he'd ponder
So I shipped him to the Bay of Biscay

But half way there he jumped ship

I once dated an old man called Whisky
Whose tendency was to get frisky
His hands they would wander
A quick slap then he'd ponder

I once dated an old man called Whisky
Whose tendency was to get frisky
His hands they would wander

I once dated an old man called Whisky
Whose tendency was to get frisky

An ageing Lothario from Bury
Took a romantic weekend on a ferry
With a pretty young blonde
Who, sadly, was conned
Into paying, he was too mercenary

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I once dated an old man called Whisky

An ageing Lothario from Bury
Took a romantic weekend on a ferry
With a pretty young blonde
Who, sadly, was conned
Into giving him her very last penny

I once dated an old man called Whisky

An ageing Lothario from Bury
Took a romantic weekend on a ferry
With a pretty young blonde
Who, sadly, was conned

An ageing Lothario from Bury
Took a romantic weekend on a ferry
With a pretty young blonde