An acquaintance asked for poetry involving cheese and love (I guess because V-Day is coming up - shrug). Anyway, I had forgotten how fun limericks are. We have had few threads about them: naughty, perpetual, etc.
Ulla loved a ripe brie that was stinky.
She met a man who ate cheese with raised pinky.
She dropped on her knee
and said, "Marry Me."
And then they ran off to Helsinki
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The cheese is just milk that's gone moldy
So Marvin gobbled the raclette quite boldly
His date smelt his breath
and faked her own death
In a stunt that shocked him stone-coldly
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Fido
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Sat 5 Feb, 2011 06:26 am
@littlek,
I have one with pickles... Pickles and cheese go together in bad dreams, right???
Tthere once was a fellow called Perkin
who always was jerkin his gurkin
his Mother said: Perkin
quit jerkin your gurkin
your gurkin's for furkin not jerkin
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djjd62
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Sat 5 Feb, 2011 06:39 am
A strange dairy maid, name of Hedda
Fell in love with an over ripe Chedda'
her friends say she shoulda
married a Gouda
still odd, but the smell would be betta
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