I'm on a roll here...
There was a mad lady whose thatch
Suggested her ‘collar’ and ‘cuffs’ would not match
So just like a granny
With white hairs on her fanny
She harmonized her head with her snatch.
There was an MJer called Hattie
When she danced was for some way too chatty.
She then lost her voice
When she made a bad choice
Now she signs and drinks coconut latte.
best (or not)
johnnyman
A Silver haired man from the city
Liked to 'feed' the ponies so pretty
But one day in the car
His hand went too far
And his finger came out covered in sh***y
Surely that is a new level of crassness Caro..
Ooops..
Last edited by Rocky; 28th-May-2008 at 11:37 AM.
I know a groundhog DJ Dave Rokov
At whose mention other forumites scoff
With endless posts to the forum
He never ceases to bore them
How they all wish he would f*ck off
{love you really beardo - and the one you mysteriously pulled about the refuser.........}
Thought it was a bit too personal and also because you're not supposed to name the person in question in the rhyme...
A misreable man with a carpet on his head
Used to listen to music with dread
If only his rhymes
Were as effortlessly sublime
As that DJ guy's on this thread
A blonde bombshell who danced like a cat
Would get her puppies out at the drop of a hat
Even stuffed in a bra
They would inspire such awe
'cos unfettered they'd knock you flat
A 50's throwback man with great taste
Whilst dancing pulled a ridicolous face
That look of pain wasn't fear
'cos like his trousers it was clear
That his nadgers were pulled up to his waist
Me too - truth can hurt, but I've always found jealousy highly amusing
You've inspired me to have a go at this limerick malarky though. Let's see now...
A teacher of 'dance' hit a blip,
Blamed others, and whined ‘Get a Grip!’
When he quite failed to shock, he
Renamed himself Rocky,
Then resumed his banal ranting trip.
Fair point but ignoring the potential of Rokov within a limerick was beyond my willpower
How about
I know a man with little inhibition
Offending people seems to be his mission
When dancing he looks constipated
tsh thinks his music's overrated
Me, I just wish he'd stop playing Superstition
Not bad, a little off the mark though and I repeat, you're not supposed to name the person in the rhyme!! And it would have been better as follows:
A teacher of 'dance' hit a blip,
Blamed others, and whined ‘Get a Grip!’
He then got too cocky,
Renamed himself Rocky,
And resumed his banal ranting trip.
Last edited by Rocky; 28th-May-2008 at 12:10 PM.
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