New Limerick Thread II 2016 (following New Limerick Thread)

In England the summers are short
Often, in the rain we get caught
Sun shines then it's gone
Cannot mow the lawn

In England the summers are short
Often, in the rain we get caught
Sun shines then it's gone

In England the summers are short
Often, in the rain we get caught

It’s all a bit chilly today
I suppose it’s still early May
I’m pining for sun
And summertime fun
And then I’ll be making the hay.

In England the summers are short

It’s all a bit chilly today
I suppose it’s still early May
I’m pining for sun
And summertime fun

It’s all a bit chilly today
I suppose it’s still early May
I’m pining for sun

It's all a bit chilly today
I suppose it's still early May

I think dogs can be just as bad
They steal our hearts but help when sad
You're never alone
But they won't share their bone
Still, lots of fun can be had!

It's all a bit chilly today

I think dogs can be just as bad
They steal our hearts but help when sad
You’re never alone
But they won't share their bone

I think dogs can be just as bad
They steal our hearts but help when sad
You’re never alone

I think dogs can be just as bad
They steal our hearts but help when sad

And he will rest for an hour
Whilst I clean well and scour
Cats have the best life
No worries and strife!
They have us humans in their power

I think dogs can be just as bad

And then he will rest for an hour
Whilst I clean well and scour
Cats have the best life
No worries and strife!

And then he will rest for an hour
Whilst I clean well and scour
Cats have the best life

And then he will rest for an hour
Whilst I clean well and scour

But come feeding time he'll appear
With his little nose in the air
He's waiting for dinner
Fore he gets thinner
He always eats more than his share

And then he will rest for an hour

But come feeding time he'll appear
With his little nose in the air
He's waiting for dinner
Fore he gets thinner

But come feeding time he'll appear
Expecting his pies and his beer

But come feeding time he'll appear
With his little nose in the air
He's waiting for dinner

But come feeding time he'll appear
With his little nose in the air

I woke with my feet rather wet
And sensibly no sign of pet
I said a rud word
Which I'm sure the cat said
He'll be hiding somewhere, I bet

But come feeding time he'll appear

I woke with my feet rather wet
And sensibly no sign of pet
I said a rude word
Which I'm sure the cat heard

I woke with my feet rather wet
And sensibly no sign of pet
I said a rude word

I woke with my feet rather wet
And sensibly no sign of pet

I like to reflect and to think
At the end of the day , with a drink
The cat on my lap
We both have a nap
But forgot the hot tap in the sink

I woke with my feet rather wet