Happy Limerick day

[essayel]

There was a young farmer called Billy
Who was terribly terribly silly.
For when out spreading muck
He would leap in the truck
And hurl it by hand, will-nilly.

ta-daaaaah

Comments

[britalone.livejournal.com]

I thought there had to be a willy there somewhere!! lol

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Ah but it wasn't the willy you were expecting!!

Damn there goes another plot bunny - hoppity hop. "The Case of the Unexpected Willy" one of Conan Doyle's lesser known works.

[alex-beecroft.livejournal.com]

LOL! A clean dirty limerick? Bravo!

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Aaaand -

There was a young lady called Beecroft
Who wrote stirring tales of the seacroft
Not just stuns'ls and rowlocks
but bowsprits with bulwarks
And all very pleasing to mecroft

Actually I'm not too sure how to pronounce 'bulwarks' but in this case it would help enormously if you rhymed it with ro'locks *grins*

[mcgonagalls-cat.livejournal.com]

You are one sick puppy......




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[essayel.livejournal.com]

Woof!! *snickers*

[charliecochrane.livejournal.com]

Aha. He must be the one who comes down our road and leaves it all over the place then.

Loved it.

[aunty_marion]

The cleanest dirty limerick I know is:

There was a young lady from Bude
Who went down to swim in the lake,
When a man in a punt
Stuck his pole up her nose,
And said "You can't swim here, it's private."

[alex-beecroft.livejournal.com]

Oh brilliant! (And thank you!) I do believe it's the first dirty limerick I've ever inspired - and nautical jargon filth as well!

(I suspect it's 'bullocks', but the context is key ;) ) LOL! I feel like I should adopt it for my email signature!

[alex-beecroft.livejournal.com]

That is indeed very rude!

[essayel.livejournal.com]

*loves your icon*

You can't beat nautical jargon I think it's the first time I've used it in a limerick, though. Feel free to do whatever with it.

[(Anonymous)]

That's just - *sniggers rudely*

Thank you.

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

i'm a day late but iremember this-one my friend learned at her choir practice. how does onecall a type of song by the way whee one goru pstarts and a few bars later the next group starts up (it'd go a bit liek how it works inthe caro lof the bells if tha makes sense) anyway
there was a yougn woman of rye
wh oate too many apples and died
the apples fremented inside the lamented
and made cider inside her inside

[alex-beecroft.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Curiously, this is my icon that gets most love out of all of them - which gives me as a writer great reassurance. You don't have to be pretty if you've got the right words :)

Yay! Thanks again!

[essayel.livejournal.com]

That type of singing, where groups sing out of synch but it still sounds good, used to be called a round. My favourite had the words:

Whose pigs are these?
Whose pigs are these?
They belong to Johnny Potts.
You can tell them by their spots
And we found them in the vicarage garden.

"cider inside her inside" *giggles*

[essayel.livejournal.com]

There seem to be silly willy-nilly Billies all over Britain from the amount of poo on the roads in muck-spreading season.

Oh I LOVE living in the country!

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

oooh i wantto learn the melody of that-one. it's useless to give you the lyrics of the oensi know. some of them are dutch. otherare i don't know, you might hhappened to know them but not. i knwo we sang frère jacque that way. i swear i once wrote an hp-related limmerick. humph, time to look it up.