Another expedition into the uncharted wilderness of my limericks. Enter at your peril. |
AN IDLE IDOL There’s a little green idol next door Sits perched on the living room floor. The family all want it put in the hall where it used to be kept once before. GROG A disaster—I’ve run out of booze I don’t know what else I can use. While coffee is fine it’s not quite like wine I’ll make it myself – I can’t lose. TRUE LOVE Milady fell down in a swoon. Her lover arrived far too soon. But her husband’s strong arms quickly soothed her alarms. They made love by the light of the moon. TRUE LOVE (2) “Of course I forgive you, my dear. You really have nothing to fear. Why, you forgave me when I went on a spree with the wife of Lord Henry DeVere.” FALSE LOVE Her lover was waiting, bereft when he found that the lady had left with her husband, forsooth. Faced with this awful truth In twain had the swain’s heart been cleft. DARWIN IN “THE WET” For weeks it’s been pouring with rain. Again and again and again. I just can’t keep dry, however I try. I think that I’m going insane. ALIEN VACATION A little green family from Mars Drove all around Sydney in cars. They were caught by the cops after stealing from shops having spent all their money in bars. POLITICAL DISCOURSE “A pox on your politics, sir.” “Have a care with your language, you cur.” Nothing changes, they say and so, to this day politicians still relish a slur. |