Perpetual Limerick (:3=

They left with their heads hanging low
And heir shackles made them go slow
Spend Started to Cry
Mame caught his glass eye

They left with their heads hanging low
And heir shackles made them go slow
Spend Started to Cry
Mame caught his glass eye
Which in her hand started to glow.


She looked and she gasped and she sighed.

(Congrats Whooda-you're two lucky people)

Put Bob's Forever Young on. A 1981 live one.

She looked and she gasped and she sighed
And she whined and she pined and she cried

She looked and she gasped and she sighed
And she whined and she pined and she cried
It fell to the ground
And being quite round
It rolled down a hole that was wide.


"Where am I?",it said, "this is odd".

"Where am I?",it said, "this is odd".
I thought I was in a cod
But now I'm rolling
And they're extolling

"Where am I?",it said, "this is odd".
I thought I was in a cod
But now I'm rolling
And they're extolling
My impending eyeball jihad.

<<Talking glass eyeballs plotting revolution? Okay ... >>

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Glass eyeballs from across the globe

Glass eyeballs from across the globe
Make a nice if unusual robe
String 'em together
With bits of leather

Glass eyeballs from across the globe
Make a nice if unusual robe
String 'em together
With bits of leather
And better when you disrobe.

(May I humbly suggest something.Only to facilitate play mind you. Before we choose the A rhyme go to the rhyming dictionary on Google to check if there's a nice wide choice to be creative with. A narrow choice gets us into contortions.)

And marbles is easy to play
With your skill those balls will obey
A flick of the thumb
Will make them all hum

And marbles is easy to play
With your skill those balls will obey
A flick of the thumb
Will make them all hum
And then you can throw them away.

There once was a fellow named Who
Who always made such a to-do

There once was a fellow named Who
Who always made such a to-do
He to-ed and he do-ed
And was sometimes rude
And he ended up in a stew.

The flavour was something like ham
Not a bit like strawberry jam

The flavour was something like ham
Not a bit like strawberry jam
He added a carrot
Yes, he could spare it
And it made the stew taste like spam.

Give me some bread and some butter

Give me some bread and some butter
She said without any stutter
So I sawed a slice
And spread it on twice

Give me some bread and some butter
She said without any stutter
So I sawed a slice
And spread it on twice
First on one half and then on the other

But this greedy girl wanted more
And promptly sent me back out to the store

But this greedy girl wanted more
And promptly sent me back out to the store.
So with a loaf of rye
I bade her goodbye
And shoved her right out the door.

My house and larder are empty
.

My house and larder are empty


Andrew-dear chap-

There are no rhymes in the rhyming dictionary for "empty".

So would you mind having another try so that we may proceed upon what was our happy way before your intransigent spoiler put a stop to it.

Is it not obvious that co-operative limerick game players try to make it easy for their fellows and fellowesses rather than rendering it impossible.

Did you used to put spiders down the back of girl's blouses at school.

Of course we can use near rhymes but we are perfectionists don't you know and feel a bit intellectually impoverished if we need to stoop to such devices as-

My house and larder are empty
Long gone are the days of plenty
My cash has run out
I've cast my last clout
All my money is now spenty

Now where can I get some more dough?

(Not to mention his 10-syllable 2nd line which I was too tired to deal with!)



Now where can I get some more dough?
I guess a few lawns I could mow
I'm too damn lazy
D'ya think I'm crazy?

Now where can I get some more dough?
I guess a few lawns I could mow
I'm too damn lazy
D'ya think I'm crazy?
It's not crazy being lazy.No!

I've done all my gardens with flags
It gives me more time for the slags
The salt of the earth
I know what they're worth

<<Andrew's not nefarious. He just enjoys a good challenge.>>

My house and larder are empty.
In the WeightLoss War to preempt we
Threw all the food out
Except a bean sprout
Leaving nothing here to tempt me.

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<<Spendius: Google tells me SLAGS = South London Action Girls Society. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'll proceed hoping a "slag" is a hooker. :wink: >>

I've done all my gardens with flags
It gives me more time for the slags
The salt of the earth
I know what they're worth
So I save my pennies in bags.

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The slag welcomed me and my bag

The slag welcomed me and my bag
Then started to nag and to nag
She went on all night
Which gave me a fright
So I used some sheets for a gag.

So she punched me then on the nose


(Whooda- I was only trying to make it easy for me and Mame because we are both lazy and can't keep up with you poets.

......................We don't want to lose our sweet Mame
......................Who might get fed up of a game
......................That's too hard to play
......................I want her to stay
......................I have a soft spot for that dame.)

I think you're overgenerous regarding my abilities and much less so with yours and Mame's ... you're both wordsmiths of the highest order!! Still, your point about rhyming end words has been duly noted.

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So she punched me then on the nose
And pummeled me hard with a hose
And then that cheap whore
Tried to charge me more
For the extras she claimed I chose.

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I paid up but gave her no tip