Limericks (July 23)

In the country he stays on the lead
Although there is really no need
Love to chase a hare
Avoids a brown bear

The winner got a bag of brazils
With lots of back-thumping and thrills

In the country he stays on the lead
Although there is really no need
Love to chase a hare

In the country he stays on lead
Although there is really no need

Love to have pets in the house
Although not a snake or a mouse
My dog will do fine
He makes the sun shine
But he better not chase the grouse

In the country he stays on lead

love to have pets in the house
Although not a snake or a mouse
My dog will do fine
He makes the sun shine

love to have pets in the house
Although not a snake or a mouse
My dog will do fine

love to have pets in the house
Although not a snake or a mouse

We’ll never be Wordsworth or Keats
Or Whitmas ,and not even Yeats
But we can have fun
Throw in the odd pun
Hang on to the edge of your seats !

I love to have pets in the house

We'll never be Wordswoth or Keats
Or Whitmas, and not even Yeats
But we can have fun
Throw in the odd pun

We'll never be Wordsworth or Keats
Or Whitmas, and not even Yeats
But we can have fun

We’ll never be Wordsworth or Keats
Or Whitmas, and not even Yeats

This game is getting addictive
Our words are very descriptive
cryptic and funny
Doesn't cost money
We’re really not that selective

We’ll never be Wordsworth or Keats

This game is getting addictive
Our words are very descriptive
cryptic and funny
Doesn't cost money

This game is getting addictive
Our words are very descriptive
cryptic and funny

This game is getting addictive
Our words are very descriptive

No sign of Jocelyn, thank Heavens
It might only be first impressions
Bit it's following Isha
That rhymes with Misha
Best tie down all your possessions

This game is getting addictive.

No sign of Jocelyn, thank Heavens
It might only be first impressions
But it's following Isha
That rhymes with Misha

No sign of Jocelyn, thank Heavens
It might only be first impressions
But it's following Isha

No sign of Jocelyn, thank Heavens
It might only be first impressions

Rolling waves,the smell of salt air
Dark glasses to hide the sun's glare
Hot sand burning toes
Getting a burnt nose
Not a chance of that over here

No sign of Jocelyn, thank Heavens

Rolling waves,the smell of salt air
Dark glasses to hide the sun's glare
Hot sand burning toes
Getting a burnt nose

Rolling waves,the smell of salt air
Dark glasses to hide the sun's glare
Hot sand burning toes

Rolling waves, the smell of salt air
Dark glasses to hide the sun's glare

Yet in my youth I loved to ski
Racing down slopes made me feel free
Over a few jumps
And some mogul bumps
Now I prefer a day at sea

Rolling waves, the smell of salt air