The bees are all around the honey pot
Some are busy, some are not
The bees are all around the honey pot
Some are busy, some are not
They are building their nest
The bees are all around the honey pot
Some are busy, some are not
They are building their nest
In the hive thatâs best
There was a man from Dardeeling
Who got on a bus in Ealing
He read on the door
donât spit on the floor
so instead he spat on the ceiling
RS, sorry but weâre supposed to contribute one line only to the existing verse. ![]()
Then whoever writes the last line, starts the next limerick.
The bees are all around the honey pot
Some are busy, some are not
They are building their nest
In the hive thatâs best
In the best warm sunny spot.
As the donkey stood watching the goat
As the donkey stood watching the goat
He felt a lump in his throat
As the donkey stood watching the goat
He felt a lump in his throat
For it was love at first sight
As the donkey stood watching the goat
He felt a lump in his throat
For it was love at first sight
Could it really be right
As the donkey stood watching the goat
He felt a lump in his throat
For it was love at first sight
Could it really be right
But she had such a beautiful coat.
Goat told the pig his desire
Goat told the pig his desire
Pig told the goat youâll be playing with fire
Goat told the pig his desire
Pig told the goat youâll be playing with fire
âHeâs nothing but an assâ
Goat told the pig his desire
Pig told the goat youâll be playing with fire
âHeâs nothing but an assâ
âDon#t be so crassâ
Goat told the pig his desire
Pig told the goat youâll be playing with fire
âHeâs nothing but an assâ
âDonât be so crassâ
Well I think youâre such a liar
Goat said âIâll find a new friendâ
Goat said â Iâll find a new friend â
As I donât want to offend
Goat said â Iâll find a new friend â
As I donât want to offend
âMaybe that ewe over thereâ
Goat said â Iâll find a new friend â
As I donât want to offend
âMaybe that ewe over thereâ
âwith the glamorous stareâ
Goat said â Iâll find a new friend â
As I donât want to offend
âMaybe that ewe over thereâ
âwith the glamorous stareâ
âAnd the rather plump back endâ
âYou can clear offâ, said the ewe
âYou can clear offâ, said the ewe
"I donât fancy goats - thank you!
âYou can clear offâ, said the ewe
"I donât fancy goats - thank you!
So Billyâs lust went unsated