Great Grandfather at Waterloo
Fought solidly all the day through;
He slashed and he hacked,
Through bodies tight-packed,
And managed to reach Platform Two.
“I’m glad pigs can’t fly”, said young Sellers
(He’s one of those worrying fellers).
“For if they could fly,
They’d shit in the sky,
And we’d all have to carry umbrellas.”
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly: “Let us flee”
Said the flea: “Let us fly!”
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
There was a young lady called Etta,
Who fancied herself in a sweater;
Three reasons she had:
Keeping warm was not bad,
But the other two reasons were better.
There once was a young man from Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds
In less than an hour
His nose was a flower
And his hair was a big bunch of weeds
(contributed by Gavin Moloney)
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