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on a friday morn with mist by phuh cough
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on a friday morn with mist we tried to write a limerick we thought we should it might be good alas the usual shit 'n' piss came out when my trusty pen & i didst scribe some stuff & then the doorbell rang a dodo sang so we gave up bollocks ( the end ) ... p.s sorry
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the first frost since the last frost by a dodgy limerick ( i.e 5 line read )
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the first frost since the last frost since then less cold as glasnost but now things dip it's winter's bit so dare not take thee hats off ...
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the elephant is evidently elegant
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the elephant is evidently elegant so everything else - well - becomes irrelevant the swan possesses form & grace the monkey keeps a cheeky face but the elephant is evidently elegant ...
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second thoughts by diedrich dithers
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i want to have your rabies your sniffles & your scabies your wonky eyes your twisted mind i say want - hang on, maybe ...
there was an old lady with an oddly shaped face some say she came from cannock chase that bit's up for debate some say she came from eastern thrace mongolia - estonia or maybe outer-space but she was definitely old ... ( author nodes; limericks are a wanker to write i tried ... )
Well I’m afraid to say that your face has gone oblong
it’s a strange & misshapen swan song,
plus an established medical fact
that once it’s started – well that’s that,
so enjoy life while you can – you’ve not got long
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Some minds get confined to the attic,
where they’re now allowed to be odd & erratic,
because here folk play the spoons,
& rub their face against balloons,
& still get surprised by the static.
There was a lonely randy farmer way up in the Peaks, who became a little bit too fond of his own flock of sheep, I can't say what he did - it's too obscene but he didn't half get through Vaseline, how he loved his despicable acts of which I dare not speak
resarf poetry 