Warning

 

 

Glum Ghost

 Though most of the verses are mine,

 I have tried to bring old ones new shine,

So I’m now in great debt

 To dead bards I’ve upset,

 And hope that galled ghosts are benign.

 

 

Thrilled Ghost

Yet perhaps they enjoy the tradition

 That tolerates part-repetition.

If a limerick tries

 Modern rhymes on for sighs,

  It should thrill its old bard’s apparition.

 

 

Smiling Face

 Now if each of these verses was clean,

 And bedazzled with shimmery sheen,

Do you think you would read

Through each page and not need

 A few smudges of smut in-between?

 

 

Rocking Granny

 So the limerick’s not quite a saint,

 And it’s often so rude that grans faint.

Yes, at times it acts pure,

Or pretends it’s demure,

 But don’t fall for this act, for it ain’t.

(inspired by a classic)

 

 

Shocked Man

 Though lots of my verses are clean,

 (Or some grubby grey state inbetween)

They’ll still shock a few

Disapproving folk who

 Think the whole sorry lot are obscene.

 

 

Pure Girl

But there’s truly no way we can cure

 Noble souls whose each impulse is pure.

If odd mayhem and vice

 Never strike you as nice,

 I’m quite sure you’re too pure to endure.

 

 

Book Reader

 You can tear through my stuff in one sitting,

But with limericks, trust me, it’s fitting

That you savour their flavour

 In doses. If braver,

 Your head – not your sides – could be splitting.

 

 

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