Limericks with very strict rules.....88558....( 2)

When cats have to wear cones of shame
They give us such a look of blame
Ponder their misdeeds
We tend to their needs

When cats have to wear cones of shame
They give us such a look of blame
Ponder their misdeeds

When cats have to wear cones of shame
They give us such a look of blame

That Burt writes a romantic tune
Nat Cole sang “Once in a Blue Moon”.
Great voices like that
Inspire my cat
To dash round the place like a loon!

When cats have to wear cones of shame

That Burt writes a romantic tune
Nat Cole sang “Once in a Blue Moon”.
Great voices like that
Inspire my cat

That Burt writes a romantic tune
Nat Cole sang “Once in a Blue Moon”.
Great voices like that

That Burt writes a romantic tune
Nat Cole sang “Once in a Blue Moon”.

Her excuse was she had no mac
A man lent her his anorak
She was all demure
And quite coy, oh yeah
She danced to tunes by Bacharach.

That Burt writes a romantic tune

Her excuse was she had no mac
A man lent her his anorak
She was all demure
And quite coy. oh yeah

Her excuse was she had no mac
A man lent her his anorak
She was all demure

Her excuse was that she had no mac
A man lent her his anorak

"Seen enough?" she cried with disdain,
As attempts to hide were in vain.
Her pride took a fall
But she had the gall
To dance in the nude in the rain!

Her excuse was that she had no mac

"Seen enough?" she cried, with disdain,
As attempts to hide were in vain.
Her pride took a fall
But she had the gall

Making slight changes in the strict spirit of this thread ,88558

"Seen enough?" she cried, with disdain,
As attempts to hide were in vain.
Her pride took a fall

Apologies for not starting the new Limerick last night -senior moment!

‘Had an eyeful?’ she cried, with disdain,
As her attempts to conceal were in vain.

There was a young lady from Poole
Who thought she was ever so cool
One day on the shore
Her cossie, it tore
Which caused some spectators to drool.

'Had an eyeful?' she cried, with disdain

There was a young lady from Poole
Who thought she was ever so cool
One day on the shore
Her cossie, it tore

There was a young lady from Poole
Who thought she was ever so cool
She went on a boat trip

There was a young lady from Poole
Who thought she was ever so cool
One day on the shore

There was a young lady from Poole
Who thought she was ever so cool

Just to get the thread going again

There was a young lady from Poole

A new start Ashcombe?

My winceyettes are cosy and warm
They remind me of the school dorm
Midnight feasts after dark.
Telling ghostly tales, what a lark

My winceyettes are cosy and warm
They remind me of the school dorm
Midnight feasts after dark
And up with the lark
We mustn’t be late to our form.

My winceyettes are cosy and warm
They remind me of the school dorm
Midnight feasts after dark
And up in the morn with the lark