Limericks. (New)

There was a cross llama from Peru
Who mixed with a motley crew
He kicked up a fuss
And bumped into a bus
And fought with an angry gnu

The was a daft pig from the farm

The was a daft pig from the farm
Who woke every day to his alarm :alarm_clock:

The was a daft pig from the farm
Who woke every day to his alarm :alarm_clock:
Then he’d go for a jog

The was a daft pig from the farm
Who woke every day to his alarm :alarm_clock:
Then he’d go for a jog
Got chased by a dog

The was a daft pig from the farm
Who woke every day to his alarm :alarm_clock:
Then he’d go for a jog
Got chased by a dog
So needed some soothing balm.

On a cold windy day in Portree

On a cold windy day in Portree
I sat underneath a big tree

On a cold windy day in Portree
I sat underneath a big tree
The wind blew it down

On a cold windy day in Portree
I sat underneath a big tree
The wind blew it down
And all the way into town

On a cold windy day in Portree
I sat underneath a big tree
The wind blew it down
And all the way into town
My dog could find nowhere to pee. :face_with_hand_over_mouth:

So we went for a stroll in the park

So we went for a stroll in the park
Then got locked in, and 'twas getting dark

So we went for a stroll in the park
Then got locked in, and 'twas getting dark
I climbed over the railings

So we went for a stroll in the park
Then got locked in, and 'twas getting dark
I climbed up the gate

So we went for a stroll in the park
Then got locked in, and 'twas getting dark
I climbed up the gate
Cos I’d got a hot date

So we went for a stroll in the park
Then got locked in, and 'twas getting dark
I climbed up the gate
Cos I’d got a hot date
And off I ran, lord what a lark!!

So we went for a stroll in the park
Then got locked in, and 'twas getting dark
I climbed over the railings
Despite all my failings…

So we went for a stroll in the park
Then got locked in, and 'twas getting dark
I climbed over the railings
Despite all my failings…
I found it a bit of a lark.

There was an old lady from Bourne

There was an old lady from Bourne
Who cried out my husband has gorn

There was an old lady from Bourne
Who cried out my husband has gorn
He was out in his shed

There was an old lady from Bourne
Who cried out my husband has gorn
He was out in his shed
Making a four poster bed :sleeping_bed:

There was an old lady from Bourne
Who cried out my husband has gorn
He was out in his shed
Making a four poster bed :sleeping_bed:
But should have been mowing the lawn.

There was a young lady from Ryde