The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
And so it begins....
Expose more
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Expose all
Rosie
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So, factories? Just nobble 'em
irach
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And give that domed Kremlin a dusting
Sierra Mike
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'Tis said by the ones "in the know"
Marc
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That in April the rain comes as snow
irach
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In May, sleet is hail
Software
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In June rain and gale
Rosie
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Which only adds to our woe.
Software
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While sunning myself on the beach
a change in the weather
Sierra Mike
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Tony Blair began giving a speech
Raak
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With my head in the sand
Marc
- (I could not take a stand)
Rosie
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Shut him up, please, I beseech.
Marc
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On my way to the dentist I saw
Software
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Something I'd not seen before
irach
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Pus oozed from loose molars
KagomeShuko
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And it ran onto the floor!
KagomeShuko
- oops, got it mixed up!
KagomeShuko
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Onto babies in strollers
This is the correct one to use.
Simons Mith
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And then it ran on to the floor!
[Perfectly good last line too, I'd say.]
The talented Dr McCoy
Sierra Mike
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Had a bugle. T'was his pride and joy
KagomeShuko
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He'd play it all day
Giertrud
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While he sat in the hay
irach
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With Sulu, his winsome toy boy
KagomeShuko
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In winter, the sky seems to snow
Giertrud
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The flakes flurry as the wind blows!
Rosie
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The will to live withers
Sierra Mike
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The temptation to post: "BANG!<hr>" is overpowering
:o)
Sierra Mike
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The weatherman blithers
Marc
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And we sip our hot red bordeaux ...
Sierra Mike
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With Dickens, Mulled Ale was the thing
or was it Mulled Wine?
irach
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He preferred it to champagne or bling
Software
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But of course, there's a Twist
Rosie
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And with Oliver pissed
oblig.
KagomeShuko
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Gruel was bought with the last farthing.
Sierra Mike
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I heard the characteristic sound of a synchromesh eating itself on that last line. Perhaps it's just me though.
Today I met old Mr. Scrooge
Simons Mith
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Wearing eyeliner, perfume and rouge
Rosie
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With his arm around Cratchit
(Sierra M) It ain't just you unless it's just the pair of us.
irach
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Whose own make-up did match it
KagomeShuko
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I felt like I needed refuge!
Simons Mith
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Oh, let's sing an ode to the tench
irach
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Of its wonderful barbels and stench
Why not take a stand?
Moniker
Stance
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