Limericks Still Live!
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T'was deep underground Godfrey found
that darkness and monsters abound.
He heard a weird scream
that darkness and monsters abound.
He heard a weird scream
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T'was deep underground Godfrey found
that darkness and monsters abound.
He heard a weird scream
And spied a strange gleam
that darkness and monsters abound.
He heard a weird scream
And spied a strange gleam
T'was deep underground Godfrey found
that darkness and monsters abound.
He heard a weird scream
And spied a strange gleam
from a grisly black lake, where he drowned.
Miss Lucy was famously snobby
that darkness and monsters abound.
He heard a weird scream
And spied a strange gleam
from a grisly black lake, where he drowned.
Miss Lucy was famously snobby
Miss Lucy was famously snobby
About her enormous kohlrabi
Her veg. was so mighty
it enraged Aphrodite
About her enormous kohlrabi
Her veg. was so mighty
it enraged Aphrodite
Miss Lucy was famously snobby
About her enormous kohlrabi
Her veg. was so mighty
it enraged Aphrodite,
who transformed her into a swabbie.
There once was a poet called Will
About her enormous kohlrabi
Her veg. was so mighty
it enraged Aphrodite,
who transformed her into a swabbie.
There once was a poet called Will
There once was a poet called Will,
who wrote with a paper and quill.
He dipped his nib quickly
who wrote with a paper and quill.
He dipped his nib quickly
There once was a poet called Will,
Who wrote with a paper and quill.
He dipped his nib quickly
Then penned - oh so slickly -
his directions for building a still.
Though the morning had dawned clear and bright
Who wrote with a paper and quill.
He dipped his nib quickly
Then penned - oh so slickly -
his directions for building a still.
Though the morning had dawned clear and bright
Though the morning had dawned clear and bright,
Alphonso could not fly his kite.
The wind would not lift
Alphonso could not fly his kite.
The wind would not lift
Though the morning had dawned clear and bright,
Alphonso could not fly his kite.
The wind would not lift,
he got very miffed
Alphonso could not fly his kite.
The wind would not lift,
he got very miffed
Though the morning had dawned clear and bright,
Alphonso could not fly his kite.
The wind would not lift,
he got very miffed
and he got pretty loaded that night.
The weather turned brighter and breezier
Alphonso could not fly his kite.
The wind would not lift,
he got very miffed
and he got pretty loaded that night.
The weather turned brighter and breezier
The weather turned brighter and breezier
Santa's flight just might be easier.
He stripped off his furs
Santa's flight just might be easier.
He stripped off his furs
The weather turned brighter and breezier
Santa's flight just might be easier.
He stripped off his furs
And flicked off the burrs
Santa's flight just might be easier.
He stripped off his furs
And flicked off the burrs
The weather turned brighter and breezier
Santa's flight just might be easier.
He stripped off his furs
And flicked off the burrs
His flight plan became so much rosier
When the husband walked in Santa's busted
Santa's flight just might be easier.
He stripped off his furs
And flicked off the burrs
His flight plan became so much rosier
When the husband walked in Santa's busted
When the husband walked in Santa's busted,
and he learned that his elves can't be trusted.
They'd been guarding the door
and he learned that his elves can't be trusted.
They'd been guarding the door
When the husband walked in Santa's busted,
and he learned that his elves can't be trusted.
They'd been guarding the door,
but fell drunk on the floor
and he learned that his elves can't be trusted.
They'd been guarding the door,
but fell drunk on the floor
When the husband walked in Santa's busted,
and he learned that his elves can't be trusted.
They'd been guarding the door,
but fell drunk on the floor,
leaving Santa regretting he'd lusted.
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Santa hid 'mongst the junk in the attic
and he learned that his elves can't be trusted.
They'd been guarding the door,
but fell drunk on the floor,
leaving Santa regretting he'd lusted.
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Santa hid 'mongst the junk in the attic