Limerick
There was a young girl from Wanganui
Who more often than not came down fluey
She tried hot drinks of lemon
But was blocked up by phlegmin'
'Til her troubles were solved with cold Tui.
I throw down my glove: write me a limerick, with your own place of origin as the first line. As for me, I'm not all that young, but it's poetic licence, you know?
To come: photos of my last (for a while) run of the country.
Who more often than not came down fluey
She tried hot drinks of lemon
But was blocked up by phlegmin'
'Til her troubles were solved with cold Tui.
I throw down my glove: write me a limerick, with your own place of origin as the first line. As for me, I'm not all that young, but it's poetic licence, you know?
To come: photos of my last (for a while) run of the country.
Labels: fun
posted by Jessie at 01:26
12 comments
12 Comments:
There was a young guy from South Bucks,
When he was small he loved big trucks,
They'd drive down his road,
With their massive load,
But now he's more into his ducks.
...Man that was hard. My hometown doesn't rhyme with ANYTHING.
Good challenge!
In Sockburn there is nothing merrier
Than breeding a new Norwich Terrier
Thus H-Bird keeps dogs,
And comments on blogs,
Though she fears essay marking will bury her.
(Since I didn't place my suburb at the end of the first line, I should probably attempt another, but first I have to consider my rhyming options, which are few.)
in spite of the fact I'm a man of science .... I wanna try it ... a limerick, wikipedia has teached me whats this.... lets go:
There was a young boy from Lleida,
Who had never seen the sea,
He just smelled earth, grass and trees,
Dreamed with feeling the coast breeze,
And play with the sand of the “playa”
pfff
Okay here's another one..
A lady from Eketahuna
Had remarkable talent as a crooner
She could hit notes so high
It brought tears to the eye
Of the men drinking pints at the Schooner.
I have a couple of good ones from the boss, perhaps he'll let me publish them :)
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There was a girl from Nelson
A little place with little fun
The streets were door-nail dead
So she learnt to play inside her head
right to an institution
I got sent to your site by Harvest Bird:
There once was a lass from Hunua,
Who lived to give in to the lure
Of beer and wine
And vodka divine.
She was purely an alcohol hoor.
There was a girl from Whakatane
who enjoyed the gift of the blarney
she loved a good fight
so when she spoke right
debate would descend into barney
Fantastic contributions! Thanks all.
There was a couch surfer from Grey Lynn
Who was stuck in the thigh with a stray pin
She jumped up and around
And burned the house down
And woke the street up with her wailin'
There was a lady from auckland but west
She thought getting her license would be but a trifle
She went for the test
But wasn’t the best (was in fact the worst)
So now she is riding her cycle.
there once was a girlie from auckland
whose compatriots thought it was dorkland
she went overseas
to escape these nasties ...
... and found that all the bloody kiwis in london still had the same frickin' attitude to auckland anyway!!!!!
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