Jos - the temptation to descend into the gutter... There was a young lady named Gorringe* Whose favourite fruit was an orange Though she squeezed & she squeezed, Though she wheezed & she wheezed, And I'm not finishing this but you can bet it was 'minge'!! ** *Blorenge being a mountain rather than a place! ** My favourite limerick ever (with appropriate implied pauses): There was a young lady from Bude Who went for a swim... ...in the pond A man in a punt Stuck his pole in... ...the water And said "You can't swim here, it's private!" P.S. Good grief, folkies! No more oranges!! It's not the only fruit. If you want to discuss rhymes, at least think apples & pears... ;-)
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