I often eat peas with my hunny She eats her peas with honey She has done so all her life Because it keeps them on her knife Even though they taste quite funny Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// I'd rather have Fingers than Toes, I'd rather have Ears than a Nose. And as for my Hair, I'm glad it's all there, I'll be awfully sad, when it goes. <>
I have pretty toes which smell My nose when its not well Runs like a tap Doing a lap I've been built upside down, oh hell Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// How many cakes can a cake baker bake If the baker bakes for sake of the cake If all the cakes fill the oven And all the cakes are made with lovin' How many cakes can a cake baker bake? <>
A baker so wanted to make The world's best ever cake Had with his girlfriend a love in He put a bun in the oven Which will take 9 months to bake Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// How many tastes can a taste tester taste Would repetition make a waste Will good taste taste bad after a while And bad taste make her smile How many waste tastes can a taste tester taste? <>
The test taster was pissed And his tasting he missed He got them all wrong While singing a song As he danced off into the mist Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! 7:30 am breakfast time
/// As he danced, he tried to grab the mist But he missed & missed & missed He danced & pranced all round the town When he finally had to sit down What was left in his left fist? <>
As he tried to capture the mist At the same time still being pissed As he danced out of town He looked like a clown As he kissed his wrist with a twist and missed Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Breakfast ✓ coffee coming up
/// Well, how long could he persist In prancing & doing the twist Dancing & popping up & down Sometime he must come unwound Then what is left in his left fist? <> Need to go get supper.
He danced although all alone But he tripped and fell on a stone He used his right hand for his head As he staggered to bed In his left fist is best left unknown Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Coffee soon
Dear sir you have it all wrong We Aussie's are incredibly strong We need no nails in the ground Our toes keep us Earth bound As well as the grip of our dong Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Getting coffee now
You really need more. A limerick has five lines, but you're well on the way to an ode after six. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
For a moment I thought my dyslexia had spread to maths, so apart from my atrousous spelling and inability to remember names, I was loosing count of how many lines I wrote Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Ode after six It just seems it clicks But I think we need more As I pace on the floor To go up to seven And get closer to heaven As I stand at the gate I just thought of eight Go up to nine I'm going sublime But I'm stopping at ten No ink in my pen For this now run out ode Sincere thanks Dr Toad Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// He woke with a start in the night Had a fart that did not feel right He opened up his left hand And saw something he could not stand. The mist in his fist was a fright. <>
Almost. He woke with start in the night With a fart that didn't feel right. He opened his left, and felt quite bereft. Then opened his right, And the mist in his fist was a fright. Sorry for all the edits. This is tough for the geriatric mind...