Limerick (Part 4)

I chased her and said “That’s assault!”
The accident wasn’t really my fault

I chased her and said “That’s assault!”
The accident wasn’t really my fault
But she hit me again

I chased her and said “That’s assault!”
The accident wasn’t really my fault
But she hit me again
I counted slowly to ten

I chased her and said “That’s assault!”
The accident wasn’t really my fault
But she hit me again
I counted slowly to ten
Then offered to buy her a malt

My kind gesture fell on deaf ears

My kind gesture fell on deaf ears
So I thought, maybe a couple of beers

My kind gesture fell on deaf ears
So I thought, maybe a couple of beers
But on the way to the pub

My kind gesture fell on deaf ears
So I thought, maybe a couple of beers
But on the way to the pub
I was feeling the need for some grub

My kind gesture fell on deaf ears
So I thought, maybe a couple of beers
But on the way to the pub
I was feeling the need for some grub
At a place I’d not been to for years.

I fancied some sausage and mash

I fancied some sausage and mash
But I didn’t have quite enough cash

I fancied some sausage and mash
But I didn’t have quite enough cash
So I asked her to go dutch

I fancied some sausage and mash
But I didn’t have quite enough cash
So I asked her to go dutch
But she kicked me in the crutch

I fancied some sausage and mash
But I didn’t have quite enough cash
So I asked her to go dutch
But she kicked me in the crutch
So I made do with corned beef hash.

On Tuesdays my rubbish is collected

On Tuesdays my rubbish is collected
Some tipped in the road as expected

On Tuesdays my rubbish is collected
Some tipped in the road as expected
There’ll be splinters of glass

On Tuesdays my rubbish is collected
Some tipped in the road as expected
There’ll be splinters of glass
The usual utter farce

On Tuesdays my rubbish is collected
Some tipped in the road as expected
There’ll be splinters of glass
The usual utter farce
But not one road sweeper detected.

On Tuesdays my rubbish is collected
Some tipped in the road as expected
There’ll be splinters of glass
The usual utter farce
The reason trashmen are not respected

As I sat on my stool at the pub

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As I sat on my stool at the pub
I perused the menu for grub