Limericks

[ninecats]

In the mists of time, there was a king.
Who used to wear a big and golden ring.
Alas, no delight for the Queen.
She could really not come clean.
No knickers she wore, when she had a fling.

[ninecats]

Lady Rowena once met a lonely dog.
That got lost in the thickest fog.
She rescued and gave delight.
Though outrageous was the night.
Since then, no more fog in the bog.

[ninecats]

Pigs might fly in the middle of night.
Birds might roar in the middle of fight.
I'm a peaceful, sleepy cat.
Wearing just a crazy hat.
The rat's race is not my best delight.

[ninecats]

Once upon a time, upon a steep hill.
There was a rhyme upon a deep skill.
The cunning man was a miller.
His cleverness was a chiller.
He ground his grain in his own mill.

[ninecats]

Many moons ago, there was a lonely boy.
From a poor family, he never owned a toy.
One day an idea sprang to his mind.
Each grown-up, a spring-toy to rewind.
Happy return to the world of girl and boy.

[ninecats]

We are happy to live a life so sad.
We are happy to live a life so bad.
Events wind their ways.
Like boats in their bays.
I'm happy to be with girls so mad.

[ninecats]

She always nags about woman's emancipation.
Then no way to join expenses partecipation.
Gentlemen must pay the dinner's bill.
While women treat on ice-cream chill.
Top of hill, bottom of drill, sly evacuation.

[ninecats]

I once saw a very beautiful girl.
I could not help giving a whirl.
Alas, appearance is unreal.
A drag queen is so real.
Temptations are not ever to get a burl.

[ninecats]

Wonderful blue sky indeed, today.
Joy in no way to be kept at bay.
Ice-cream of great elation.
Refreshing taste elevation.
There is no choice of any dismay.

[ninecats]

When rivers were all clean and drinkable.
Women and men were all pure and desirable.
Now rivers and seas are dirty.
Males and females no more worthy.
And this ordeal is unbelievably unbearable.

[ninecats]

Here am I with my blue stockings and books.
Naive and candid folks are preys of my hooks.
I'm gorgeous and my knickers go down.
In my deceitful passion they all drown.
Prim and prissy morality by hooks or crooks.

[ninecats]

Many harvest moons ago, there in Brighton.
There was an enchanting weasel from Croydon.
She caught a hen on the run.
She snatched a pen for fun.
And they both signed up for love to Wimbledon.

[ninecats]

Once upon a while there was a terrorist named jerry.
He always moaned and pissed to be living in a jerry.
He neverendingly talked about Peace.
Everlastingly he shattered it to piece.
His adams behaviour finally took him into a derry.

[ninecats]

Years ago an Irish terrorist placed a bomb.
Dirty thing was his name away from home.
False harp and shamrock.
Sham peace and ill cock.
He blew up after seeing a make-believe pome.