Lets write a Limerick, one line at a time.

[Scrumpy]

Then came a pain inside his chest
 Something pounding beneath his vest
His phone vibrated
His eyes dilated
It was a reminder to take out his chicken breast

[Mups]

The landlady saw a young fella
Helping himself down her celler
'Put that back'  she cried
'Haven't got anything'  he lied
So she battered him with her umbrella.


He pleased with her to stop

[klondike]

He pleaded with her to stop
And just to let the matter drop
She was having none of that
And set about him with a bat
Then finished the job with her riding crop

I'll have the police on you he cried

[GrannyMac]

I'll have the police on you he cried
Go on then, the landlady replied
Round here its not the Met you know
The local bobby is my son Joe

[Ruthio]

I'll have the police on you he cried
Go on then, the landlady replied
Round here its not the Met you know
The local bobby is my son Joe
And I'll make sure he has you twice fried