I don’t really have time to write this weekend as I am coordinating a rugby festival for 800 children but a few limericks occurred to me today so Ill just get these out of my head as I need to make some room for other things.
There once was a Farmer of note
had a thing, quite obscene, with a goat
Neighbours frowned, disapproved
as they did acts quite lewd
“We’re quite happy” he said, quote, unquote
Wrong I know but stuff happens. I lived on a farm and there was this cow with no ears and one day one of the lads who milked them was found…Actually no I’ll stop there.
A chap I know finds Santa scary
with his beard so big white and hairy
and his bulging great sack
and his lock picking knack
Christmas eve, keeps the lights on quite wary
anyway moving along swiftly. Let’s end with a Donald one. If you’ve read my blog for any length of time you know how much I like to write about him.
There’s this POTUS who loves groping mums
wives and sisters and aunties and nuns
You’ll be next, not discreet
he will send off a tweet
share his conquest of you with his chums
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