posted by
bugshaw at 11:02am on 08/08/2003
There was a young man from Penzance,
Let's write a Limerick....
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Who suffered depression and angst
When he chose a new style,
Had a play for a while,
And discovered S2 was askance.
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Ba-dum!
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And soon had a snap in his pants!
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Oops! Wrong verse form...
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It wouldn't work for me, generally. Maybe it what was made the poor chap depressed in the first place.
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What if he were from East Croydon?
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Hmmm. This could be more polished, but I'm meant to be developing legislation right now...
There was a young man from East Croydon
Whose life was quite lacking in joy, when
He found sudden pleasure
In drinking at leisure
With a young and imaginative hoyden.
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"Look", sez she, "If you think there's something too filthy for me, just say 'blank' and I'll use my imagination."
So he sez, OK, it goes:
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after an idyllic movie,
he became far too groovy,
and started an Irish Riverdance.
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(Yes, I know this isn't a limerick.)
And many, many happy returns of your day.