Topic: Old Cyril

This is a limerick which came to me this morning, well the first verse anyway, the rest was hard work especially finding words that rhyme.

Old Cyril last night had a bonk
Which gave him a sore broken conk
The blood was profuse
It flowed just like juice
And his wife just couldn't give a tonk

The doc was no more than a quack
He was short and smelt of chip fat
He said "sit over there
Not there over there
Cos that chair belongs to my cat"

The doc said "you've broken yer hooter"
"I'm sure that you fell off your scooter"
Did the road have a fist?
yes, alright I was....drunk
And my wife has a punch like a booter 

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Re: Old Cyril

Phill Williams wrote:

This is a limerick which came to me this morning, well the first verse anyway, the rest was hard work especially finding words that rhyme.

Old Cyril last night had a bonk
Which gave him a sore broken conk
The blood was profuse
It flowed just like juice
And his wife just couldn't give a tonk

The doc was no more than a quack
He was short and smelt of chip fat
He said "sit over there
Not there over there
Cos that chair belongs to my cat"

The doc said "you've broken yer hooter"
"I'm sure that you fell off your scooter"
Did the road have a fist?
yes, alright I was....drunk
And my wife has a punch like a booter

This is really good!  Limerick are always a joy     

"I hide behind a mirror of knowledge, I'm never that what you see
It is my wisdom that emanates, and is perceived by you as me"

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