Lets write a Limerick, one line at a time.

[Scrumpy]

A foolish young lady from Salford
Was feeling so desperately bored
That she turned to her mam
said 'Shall we have chips with our Spam'?

[klondike]

A foolish young lady from Salford
Was feeling so desperately bored
That she turned to her mam
said 'Shall we have chips with our Spam'?
Who shouted Yes please. Praise the Lord.

My mammy sat me on her knee

[GrannyMac]

My mammy sat me on her kne
I was quite small for twenty three

[klondike]

My mammy sat me on her knee
I was quite small for twenty three
Now Brenda lass I have to say

[Michael Rolls]

My mammy sat me on her knee
I was quite small for twenty three
Now Brenda lass I have to say
I want to get down and play

[Scrumpy]

My mammy sat me on her knee
I was quite small for twenty three
Now Brenda lass I have to say
'Don't let Harry have his way'

[Michael Rolls]

My mammy sat me on her knee
I was quite small for twenty three
Now Brenda lass I have to say
'Don't let Harry have his way'
That lad thinks everything is free!


There was once was a cunning old Norse

[klondike]

There was once was a cunning old Norse
Who owned an ancient fleabag of a horse

[Michael Rolls]

There was once was a cunning old Norse
Who owned an ancient fleabag of a horse
When riding to war

[klondike]

There was once was a cunning old Norse
Who owned an ancient fleabag of a horse
When riding to war
By prayed nobody saw

[Michael Rolls]

There was once was a cunning old Norse
Who owned an ancient fleabag of a horse
When riding to war
He prayed nobody saw
How he flogged the poor beastie with force


A dashing young belle of the ball

[klondike]

A dashing young belle of the ball
Was maybe a little too tall

[Michael Rolls]

A dashing young belle of the ball
Was maybe a little too tall
At six foot three

[GrannyMac]

A dashing young belle of the ball
Was maybe a little too tall
At six foot three
With a gammy knee

[Michael Rolls]

good morning, granny

A dashing young belle of the ball
Was maybe a little too tall
At six foot three
With a gammy knee
She was sure to head for a fall


An elegant fellow named Claude