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Or perhaps we could blame David Bussey

Who perhaps was not all that fussy

About teaching us all how to plan

Or even more crucially scan

This next line is definitely sussy

When I started I was taught by Kit

Now and then my attention would flit

A sudden bark of my name

Would fill me with shame

And I'd get back down to it

In the sixties as the sunlight did gleam

I would walk round the School in a dream

Shall I be Cowdrey or Barrington?

"Get off the track!" shouted Carrington

One day I would be in the team

There was a young man called Plum
who was really rather quite glum
because his poems were bad
and incredibly sad
and sounded extremely dumb...

Great Plum wrote:There was a young man called Plum
who was really rather quite glum
because his poems were bad
and incredibly sad
and sounded extremely dumb...

Such elegance flows from you when
You write on this thread now and then
For your verse is sublime
And the metre and rhyme
Is flawless. So more from your pen! (Please)

Robin, with you I must plead
Your private messages to read!

Richard Ruck wrote:Robin, with you I must plead
Your private messages to read!

Three children have I to drown
While my wife is out of town.
They're driving me mad
With fighting so bad,
I'll beat them all black, blue and brown.

Your message, alas, was unread
For the reason above as I said.
I'm doing my duty
And it ain't a beauty,
I'll read it when they are in bed.

I think I'll be needing a drink
A drink is the answer I think
As long as my wife
Returns to my life
And doesn't then kick up a stink

When wifey is back at her table
Then I will be willing and able
To look at your letter,
Then I will feel better
And that will be th'end of the fable.

My goodness, you're having a day
When the dear little duckies must play
Your hair the wrong way
And nerves they will fray
Till thou art shattered and worn.

Most lonely and forlorn am I
Another has yet to come by
With a quip or a quote
That might float my boat
Therefore leaving me high and dry

My last was a terrible joke,
Mine eye indeed it should poke
I beseech thee good sirs
Come hither and err
On the side which hath plenty

Hello, Hello, Hello,
Be there a soul who doth know
A remedial song
Or a verse that be long
To join me now, I thee bid.

Hi Luke, that you of all people,
Should indulge in chasing the steeple
Yet find time on the side
Some verse to inscribe
Is something I find quite incredeeble.

Limericks need always to rhyme
Rhmyme should go all of the time
The third and the fourth
Needn't of cauth(!) (Imagine a lisp Pleathe!)
But the end must do all the syme (Cockney accent please)

huntertitus wrote:Limericks need always to rhyme
Rhmyme should go all of the time
The third and the fourth
Needn't of cauth(!) (Imagine a lisp Pleathe!)
But the end must do all the syme (Cockney accent please)

Huntertitus you give us the truth
About where the rhymes come. So forsooth!
To keep to the letter
I'll try much more better.
But where in the hell is Babe Ruth?

Baby Ruth and Emma Jane
Do reinvigorate (it's very plain)
Those Ancient Bues (in very truth)
Who love both Emma Jane and Ruth.