Limericks...

Some interesting responses from our call to hear your limericks...here are a couple, one from us, and a haiku for good measure. Good stuff - keep them coming...

There once was a whore with a punter
Called him small; she could’ve been blunter
So the runt pulled a stunt
When he punted her cunt
And walked out and called her a munter

Will Conway



"I'm one of the top fashionistas"
Gerald revealed to the lovely barista
He hoped she wouldn't mind
When she found out in time
He's really a barrister for Shell.

Richard Purnell


Full moon approaching.
Almost empty I recede
in preparation.

Mark Oliver Adams



PJ Harvey said to her mama,
Why did you name me Pajama,
Why PJ she cried,
We tried and we tried,
But to get you out of bed was always a drama.

Will Coldwell

Another limerick...

There was a Lion from Kilamanjaro
Who roamed alone since he was a pyscho,
He would have been poor,
But for his grandeur -
On the piano, he was rather a maestro.

Limerick number tres.

There was a young senorita,
Who was known to most as Peter,
She married a man,
Who was waxed, tanned and glam,
He sure was pleased to meet her.

A new day - a new limerick.

I once saw a crook take a book,
Though twas not clear which one he took,
I had a close look,
For the book the crook took,
But found that I had been mistook.

(The book was later found in a nook)

Word Is Born build up...

A limerick a day, methinks, until the official launch of inc. 

So here's the first:

There was a young city cat,

Who wore the most marvellous hats,

Though none was as flat,

As that young city cat,

When a bus made him go splat.

More poetry on the hoof tomorrow.

Peace.