Re: Limericks.

The boy stood on the burning deck,
A pistol in his britches,
He gave a cough.
The gun went off,
He needed forty stitches.

Re: Limericks.

That's not the one my brother taught me Nom

It went:

The boy stood on the burning deck
Picking his nose like mad
He rolled it into tiny balls
And flicked them at his Dad

Re: Limericks.

Works for me

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There was an old gent from Hyde
Who ate rotten apples and died.
The apples fermented
Inside the lamented
And made cider inside his insides.





God's plan made a hopeful beginning,
But Man spoilt his chances by sinning;
We trust that the story
Will end in great glory,
But at present the other side's winning.


Ah well, they made me smile

Re: Limericks.

Yes, that's the version I knew of too BV.

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She stood on the bridge at midnight
The air was all a quiver
She gave a cough
Her leg dropped off
And floated down the river


The thunder roared
The lightning flashed
And all the World was shaken
The little pig curled up his tail
And ran to save his bacon