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Post by onlymark on Oct 11, 2011 8:48:32 GMT
A young cactus man called Mick Was said to never miss a trick But nowt did he cook Tasted like owt but muck And his cake was just like a brick.
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Post by onlymark on Oct 11, 2011 9:01:01 GMT
A young cactus man called Mick, Had chat up lines that were slick. But later in bed, The girls sadly said, His prick was as thick as a wick.
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 11, 2011 9:15:35 GMT
That scans better. Keep trying Wordsworth....
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 11, 2011 9:47:46 GMT
A lascivious man, onlyMark, Would jump out at girls after dark. They'd scream and they'd cry But he'd say with a sigh, My bite is much worse than my bark...........
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Post by onlymark on Oct 11, 2011 10:11:28 GMT
Lascivious - got four syllables that has. I'm not so good with that many.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Oct 11, 2011 18:11:04 GMT
There was an adonis called Mark Who opened a caravan park He wouldn't let girls in And boys were forbidden But free vans bestowed on aardvarks
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Oct 11, 2011 18:17:16 GMT
There was a young cactus called Mick Who only loved plants that would prick (steady) The spines they would stab him And sometimes kebab him But still he thought they were magic
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 11, 2011 19:00:35 GMT
Hope y'all are happy -- I was drinking some soup as I read these & almost choked. You people are wasted in your day jobs. You have brilliant careers in limerick writing ahead of you.
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 12, 2011 13:40:21 GMT
Adonis? Mark?
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Oct 12, 2011 17:04:30 GMT
we've never met....but in my head he is a brave adventurer....a sort of Indiana Jones only younger and better looking....
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Post by onlymark on Oct 12, 2011 19:14:16 GMT
You got me in one.
And without the hat.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Oct 13, 2011 17:30:31 GMT
what about the whip? uh-oh...Mark is transmuting in my head to Frankenfurter.....
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Post by onlymark on Oct 13, 2011 19:13:57 GMT
The whip is a standard fitting. I never go anywhere without it.
Get some funny looks in the supermarket though.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 15, 2011 3:11:41 GMT
The Adonis-like whippersnapper, Mark is a whiz with a whip in the dark. He snaps heads off of fleas as quick as you please, and can unzip frocks for a lark.
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 15, 2011 8:30:56 GMT
That's good Bixa!
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Oct 15, 2011 16:09:02 GMT
;D
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 15, 2011 16:51:08 GMT
The untalented Bixa once said, "Tried limericks until I was red." But Mick and Cheery opined that her efforts were most refined. Now Bixa will write 'til she's dead.
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Post by htmb on Jul 23, 2013 21:04:56 GMT
As I was preparing to go to the store, Water over my sink it did pour. In my house there's no food, To sooth my irritable stomach and mood, While I wait for the end of the downpour.
And the roofers...
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Post by questa on Aug 23, 2013 3:41:22 GMT
A gardener of some little fame, Mick the Cactus was his chosen name. Seems he likes to play cricket And values his wicket But succulents are his main game.
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Post by questa on Aug 23, 2013 3:52:20 GMT
I've just met a lady called Bix Who posts on so many topics (scan creatively...you can do it ) But to limerick Cactus She'll need much more practice, Then she'll soon be up with the tricks!
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Post by questa on Aug 23, 2013 3:56:19 GMT
Not mine, but a favourite
There was a young lady from Ryde Ate too many green apples and died. The apples fermented inside the lamented Making cider inside 'er inside.
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Post by questa on Aug 24, 2013 3:33:39 GMT
And now to M'sieur Kerouac (Named after that beatnik called Jack) Much travelling he's done But not to the Sun Because he could never get back.
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Post by questa on Aug 24, 2013 3:50:43 GMT
We also have cheerypeabrain Who started this thread so inane But she hit on the money, It’s really quite funny. I hope she starts posting again.
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Post by questa on Jul 23, 2015 23:13:10 GMT
A gardener of some little fame, Mick the Cactus was his chosen name. Seems he likes to play cricket And values his wicket But succulents are his main game. Just remembered this, written when I had been here for 10 days.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 17:37:44 GMT
A mature Ozzie nurse called Questa with no need to take Temesta has travelled the planet and never says damn it so I think she is the besta.
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Post by questa on Aug 2, 2015 6:49:49 GMT
M'sieur K, I think thou doth flatter, For you've had the world on a platter But my travels are over No more the Wild Rover. I'll sit here in Port and just chatter.
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 3, 2015 7:53:24 GMT
There was a young man called Mossie Whose mother said he was bossy He'd insist that they bowed If met by a crowd With a curtsy from young sister Flossie
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 3, 2015 10:19:33 GMT
Bixa's been out on a trip She went there by plane, not by ship She went off to France And started to dance Despite her great age she's quite hip
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 3, 2015 10:39:03 GMT
There was a young girl called Rikita Who went out with a guy name of Peter He said "come to bed" She said "boil your head" "I'm sitting out here near the heater"
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 3, 2015 10:40:39 GMT
Questa's a nurse of renown She lives on the edge of the town She can saw off a leg Hang it up on a peg And paint it all orangey brown
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