When the words don't seem to fit
When the spot they just don't hit
I re-visit my friend
Shake him again
Good old Mr Limerick
There is a young woman from Dunbar
Who jogs but never too far
She carries a snickers
Inside her knickers
And a mars bar in her bra
-Stretch limo-
So much length it had gained
To drive it was really a pain
So they put on the wheels
Tyres of steel
And turned it into a train
Mesmerised for a while
By those eyes which so beguile
The men she meets
Fall at her feet
But why such sadness in her smile?
A pretty young thing from Milan
Had a beautiful tan
She enticed married men
Into loving again
And then the **** hit the fan
She used to be happy, fulfilled and carefree
As wild as white horses out on the sea
Now she's no fun
What has become
Of the girl she used to be
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
When the words don't seem to fit
When the spot they just don't hit
I re-visit my friend
Shake him again
Good old Mr Limerick
There is a young woman from Dunbar
Who jogs but never too far
She carries a snickers
Inside her knickers
And a mars bar in her bra
-Stretch limo-
So much length it had gained
To drive it was really a pain
So they put on the wheels
Tyres of steel
And turned it into a train
Mesmerised for a while
By those eyes which so beguile
The men she meets
Fall at her feet
But why such sadness in her smile?
A pretty young thing from Milan
Had a beautiful tan
She enticed married men
Into loving again
And then the **** hit the fan
She used to be happy, fulfilled and carefree
As wild as white horses out on the sea
Now she's no fun
What has become
Of the girl she used to be
