A new series of (non-acrostic) limericks produced in response to various prompts.
These will appear on Saturday mornings wherever possible.
Let me know what you think.
Our beautiful child, Abigail
Has a cry like an old Banshee’s wail.
“Give her something to suck!”
Sure, but knowing my luck
I can try, but I know it will fail.
I went to the bank to recover
The cash that was sent by my bruvver
The boy’s such a twit
There was only a chit
Saying, “Soz, spent it all on my lover.”
Some may think this unusual or queer
But I really do not enjoy beer
Neither porter nor ale
Be it black, brown or pale.
I can always drive home, have no fear.
A gargoyle’s an outlet for rain
That scares folk again and again.
But if you’re religious,
Let’s not get litigious;
In Spain, the rain goes down the drain!
(should have been acrostic but my first attempt failed!)
Economies worldwide are wrecked
Some leaders act more like a sect
There’s so much to lose
So carefully choose
Whom to toss out and whom to elect