Limericks 14

There was a young poet of Brum
That recites whilst beating his drum
He had to shout loud

There was a young poet of Brum
That recites whilst beating his drum
He had to shout loud
About being out and proud

Let's think of something to cheer us
Going for a drink with our dearest
A nice quaff will suffice

Sorry Txquilt.... the previous one by callgirl1 needs a fifth line, and we only add one line each.

There was a young poet of Brum
That recites whilst beating his drum
He had to shout loud
About being out and proud
And support from his lovely old Mum.

The rooks are shouting loud in their trees

The rooks are shouting loud in their trees
It's spring now they're busy bees

The rooks are shouting loud in their trees
It's spring now they're busy bees
With nests to renew

The rooks are shouting loud in their trees
It's spring now they're busy bees
With nests to renew
With eggs, quite a few

Sorry

The rooks are shouting loud in their trees
It's spring now they're busy bees
With nests to renew
And eggs, quite a few

The rooks are shouting loud in their trees
It's spring now they're busy bees
With nests to renew
And eggs, quite a few
They build those rookeries with expertise.

Our virus advisers are dropping like flies ?

Our virus advisers are dropping like flies ?
You can tell they’re ill by the look in their eyes ?

Our virus advisers are dropping like flies ?
You can tell they’re ill by the look in their eyes ?
Boris was his unkempt self

Our virus advisers are dropping like flies ?
You can tell they’re ill by the look in their eyes ?
Boris was his unkempt self
No mirror on his bathroom shelf

Our virus advisers are dropping like flies
You can tell they're ill by the look in their eyes
Boris was his unkempt self
No mirror on his bathroom shelf
To have one installed would be wise.

I dread what the shop will be like tomorrow

I dread what the shop will be like tomorrow
But I've drunk all the gin to my great sorrow

I dread what the shop will be like tomorrow
But I've drunk all the gin to my great sorrow
Can I wean myself off it?!

I dread what the shop will be like tomorrow
But I've drunk all the gin to my great sorrow
Can I wean myself off it?!
No, I'd rather scoff it!

I dread what the shop will be like tomorrow
But I've drunk all the gin to my great sorrow
Can I wean myself off it?!
No, I'd rather scoff it!
And go legless, to my mother's horror!!!

If this goes on, I'll end up in the loony bin

If this goes on, I'll end up in the loony bin
Shouting making a din

If this goes on, I'll end up in the loony bin
I'll be screaming, shouting making a din
But who will hear?

If this goes on, I'll end up in the loony bin
I'll be screaming, shouting making a din
But who will hear?
I hope someone's near

If this goes on, I'll end up in the loony bin
I'll be screaming, shouting making a din
But who will hear?
I hope someone's near
If not , I'll go back to my gin.

There comes my knight in shining armour

There comes my knight in shining armour
It's rusty, but I don't care, he's a charmer

There comes my knight in shining armour
It's rusty, but I don't care, he's a charmer
At present, needs must!

There comes my knight in shining armour
It`s rusty, but I don`t care, he`s a charmer
At present, needs must!
So will ignore the rust,

There comes my knight in shining armour
It`s rusty, but I don`t care, he`s a charmer
At present, needs must!
So will ignore the rust,
And will deal with it when I'm calmer.

In the meanwhile, to the hardware store I'll go