Lets write a Limerick, one line at a time.

[Michael Rolls]

A reclusive young fellow from Brum
Hid in his room with a guitar to strum
But losing a string

[Michael Rolls]

A reclusive young fellow from Brum
Hid in his room with a guitar to strum
But losing a string
made his fingers sting

[Scrumpy]

A reclusive young fellow from Brum
Hid in his room with a guitar to strum
But losing a string
made his fingers sting
So, music there was none

Wally drove the midnight train

[Michael Rolls]

Wally drove the midnight train
though lack of sleep fuddled his brain

[klondike]

Wally drove the midnight train
Though lack of sleep befuddled his brain
Is that station one where we stop?

[Michael Rolls]

Wally drove the midnight train
Though lack of sleep befuddled his brain
Is that station one where we stop?
Hang on, we'll ask that cop

[GrannyMac]

Wally drove the midnight train
Though lack of sleep befuddled his brain
Is that station one where we stop?
Hang on, we'll ask that cop
No, we'll have to go round again.

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There's a woman up the road

[klondike]

There's a woman up the road
With a warty nose and big pet toad

[Scrumpy]

There's a woman up the road
With a warty nose and big pet toad
She only comes out when it is dark

[klondike]

There's a woman up the road
With a warty nose and big pet toad
She only comes out when it is dark
Creeping around our local park

[Michael Rolls]

There's a woman up the road
With a warty nose and big pet toad
She only comes out when it is dark
Creeping around our local park
Thank heaven its not in our road


A foolish young fellow from Bootle

[GrannyMac]

A foolish young fellow from Bootle
Wrote poetry that was pretty brutal

[Michael Rolls]

A foolish young fellow from Bootle
Wrote poetry that was pretty brutal
His so caustic rhymes

[klondike]

A foolish young fellow from Bootle
Wrote poetry that was pretty brutal
His so caustic rhymes
Were a sign of the times

[Michael Rolls]

A foolish young fellow from Bootle
Wrote poetry that was pretty brutal
His so caustic rhymes
Were a sign of the times
And also terribly futile


An unhappy young maiden from Leicester