Limericks 15

This did not improve his bad temper
His leg became even more limper
"Ouch," and worse curses

This did not improve his bad temper
His leg became even more limper
So he went be bus

Sorry too late

This did not improve his bad temper
His leg became even more limper
"Ouch," and worse curses
I need some nurses

This did not improve his bad temper
His leg became even more limper
"Ouch," and worse curses
I need some nurses
Oh how I wish life could be simpler

The wolves were howling at day break

The wolves were howling at day break
The sound made me shiver and shake

The wolves were howling at day break
The sound made me shiver and shake
Were they on the prowl

The wolves were howling at day break
The sound made me shiver and shake
Were they on the prowl
For my chickens and fowl

The wolves were howling at day break
The sound made me shiver and shake
Were they on the prowl
For my chickens and fowl
Whatever, they kept me awake.

The sport on the box is soooo boring

The sport on the box is soooo boring
A large glass of whisky I'm pouring

The sport on the box is sooo boring
Will Arsenal ever get around to scoring

The sport on the box is soooo boring
A large glass of whisky I'm pouring
My sorrows I'll drown

The sport on the box is soooo boring
A large glass of whisky I'm pouring
My sorrows I'll drown
Then im off to town

The sport on the box is soooo boring
A large glass of whisky I'm pouring
My sorrows I'll drown
Then im off to town
On my way I'll visit friend Doreen.

She'll be hunched over her knitting

The sport on the box is soooo boring
A large glass of whisky I'm pouring
My sorrows I'll drown
Then I'm off to town
For I've had enough of the roaring.

I'm tired of this drizzling rain

Sorry Crazy

She'll be hunched over her knitting
I really don't mind admitting

No probs Jangran...

She'll be hunched over her knitting
I really don't mind admitting
She bores me to tears

She'll be hunched over her knitting
I really don't mind admitting
She bores me to tears
I’ve known her years

She'll be hunched over her knitting
I really don't mind admitting
She bores me to tears
She has done for years

She'll be hunched over her knitting
I really don't mind admitting
She bores me to tears
She has done for years
She must be fed up with sitting.

Perhaps she will go for a stroll

Perhaps she will go for a stroll
Get out from her drear cubbyhole

Perhaps she will go for a stroll
Get out from her drear cubbyhole
I'll knock on her door

Perhaps she will go for a stroll
Get out from her drear cubbyhole
I'll knock on her door
Oh no a down pour

Perhaps she will go for a stroll
Get out from her drear cubbyhole
I'll knock on her door
Oh no a down pour
So I left her alone the poor sole