I wonder, said sweet Mata Hari
What you really think of my sari,
I wrap it so well,
Its difficult to tell,
Which bits are and are not me !
(Off topic-Mata Hari shares a certain birthday !)
A soldier who had lost his fortune,
(I knew that!)
A soldier who had lost his fortune,
And wished that he sang with more tune...
A soldier who had lost his fortune,
And wished that he sang with more tune,
Sought musical direction,
To improve his projection,
A soldier who had lost his fortune,
And wished that he sang with more tune,
Sought musical direction,
To improve his projection,
But sadly, he just seemed a poltroon!
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A handsome young man from Dubai...
A handsome young man from Dubai,
Was painfully and bashfully shy,
A handsome young man from Dubai,
Was painfully and bashfully shy,
He couldn't believe his fate,
As once on a date
He forgot to zip up his fly !
First line of the next one, gautam?
I just went through a couple of pages and saw that there is a limmeric dedicated to me !!! YIPEEEEEEE
Fisrt line of next one...errrr...ummmm....thinking.....more thinking.....
Can't seem to get one, maybe dlowan can do the honors ??
While searching his brain for a line
A young banker just ran out of time...
While searching his brain for a line
A young banker just ran out of time...
Without his bonus,
he is, surely but with slowness,
contemplating turning to crime !
There is a gorgeous lady called Kara
(Amendment of first line....poet's prerogative)
There is a certain lady called Kara
Who doesn't do limericks any mora
But she saw a friendly name
And jumped in to frame
An hello to Gautam and no futha...
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The banker has been visiting Bahrain
But seems to be back home again...
The banker has been visiting Bahrain,
But seems to be back home again,
He came back it would appear,
To further his career,
The banker has been visiting Bahrain,
But seems to be back home again,
He came back, it appears
To further his careers
But his friends all think him insane
The morn was as dull as gray matter
The morn was as dull as gray matter.
Betwixt it and death, I'd choose the latter
The morn was as dull as gray matter.
Betwixt it and death, I'd choose the latter
But death, one can't escape from,
While grey morn is just humdrum
So consider your view of the latter.
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I'm weary of talk about war and
it's time to line-draw in the sand
Are there no other topics?
Then I'm off to the tropics...
I'm weary of talk about war and
it's time to line-draw in the sand
Are there no other topics?
Then I'm off to the tropics...
To play the uke in a beach band.
Seems spring has sprung in old Bost'n
although in the morn' there'll be frostin'
The snap is breaking
though not near baking
