unless there's the Pope on a pogo stick:
The nuns he would shun
but went right for the buns
of the altar boys he'd chase 'round oh-so-quick.
placed in the imaginary garden with real toads: Bad Poetry
Saturday, September 10, 2011
They say there's no really bad limerick
They say there's no really bad limerick
unless there's the Pope on a pogo stick:
The nuns he would shun
but went right for the buns
of the altar boys he'd chase 'round oh-so-quick.
placed in the imaginary garden with real toads: Bad Poetry
unless there's the Pope on a pogo stick:
The nuns he would shun
but went right for the buns
of the altar boys he'd chase 'round oh-so-quick.
placed in the imaginary garden with real toads: Bad Poetry
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oh yeah i might put this in the bad poetry category...haha...oy
ReplyDeleteThere was a young curate from Kings
ReplyDeletewhose mind dwelt on heavenly things.
But his earthly desire
was a lad in the choir
with an arse like a jelly on springs.
(But your is definitely a better bad limerick than this one.)
Good one, Doctor FTSE!
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