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Well, I like them CW. It's just that they are a little conservative. At the very least, it would be held in what they call "behind the curtain." | |||
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BTW, are you Caterwaul on OEDILF? She just signed in on April 7th and has written one limerick. | |||
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LOL - Kalleh, I joined at your suggestion, and posted the limerick you told me to post. ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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The art of the limerick, tis said, Is categorically dead. But I see that in here-- It's abundantly clear-- It's rhyme and it's wit are still wed. Regarding the words "butt," or "ass," I must agree with the lass. If you're looking for bawdy, There's nothing so naughty, And we're, here, not looking for class. | |||
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[QUOTE]The fact is, I don't much like Brad Pitt...he is to much of a pretty boy to me. But many women love him. [QUOTE] So what if Brad Pitt is too pretty. Let's to the real nitty-gritty: It's not his face We'd want to embrace. (So long as it's not itty-bitty.) | |||
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Greetings, Pam. I think I'm going to like this lady! So let's welcome her here everybody, As a lover of limericks naughty. We don't need them obscene, But they shouldn't be clean And we much prefer that they be bawdy. | |||
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quote: So long as it's not itty-bitty If a woman would shun peccadillo, Then shopping for playthings she will go. And despite all the chatter That "size doesn't matter", She won't buy a scant four-inch dildo! | |||
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Welcome, Pam! We love newbies! That Brad Pitt I never have liked, By his looks, I've not ever been psyched. And Jennifer's jilt, Made my heart for him wilt. Off a short pier, I've wished that he'd hiked!This message has been edited. Last edited by: Kalleh, | |||
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Pamfenway it's so good to see you On this Wordcraft board that's so bijou. Remember our meeting In Chicago we're greeting -- Wordcrafters -- and one should be you. Richard English | |||
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Two glasses of wine and yet more Have made my head somewhat sore. So this thanks for your greetings And the invite to meetings Though lame, I hope will not bore. | |||
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Oh, Pam, what you'll learn on our board; Our Richard is quite the beer lord! While wine gives you aches, And even the shakes, Real ale can be quite the reward! Bawdy it's not (nor is my other one), but, Pam, Richard is well known for his love of real ale. [Edited to add the missing word "the" to line 2. Sorry!]This message has been edited. Last edited by: Kalleh, | |||
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Let me tell you about proper ale That's beer that's not fizzy and pale. Eschew macros' fizz Since proper beer is A drink that won't make you feel frail. The headache you get when you drink Foul beers that are best down the sink Ain't caused by the strength Of the beer, or its length It's its rubbish ingredients that stink. In case I'm not being quite clear With the message I'm giving out here Though wine is OK In its own special way The drink you can trust - well that's beer! Richard English | |||
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I know some may prefer to drink ale, With its color so yellow and pale. But I think it remiss To drink this semblance of p***, And find it exceptionally male. Not for me! whose passion's to dine. (Hence my shape in rapid decline.) And my husband, who's French Who'd find it a wrench, If yours truly served other than wine. For as epicureans all know With fruit of the vine, food must go. It's not ale that is best. That'd be a bad jest! The thought makes the gourmets heave-ho! To Richard, I extend my apology. But it's now a fact of biology That wine is to health As stocks are to wealth, And ale has become a pathology! This message has been edited. Last edited by: Pamfenway, | |||
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A woman, alcohol going to her head, and bawdiness? It all puts me in mind of a Dorothy Parker quatrain. (It comes in many versions, but I believe this is the accurate one.)
Take two at the very most. Take three and you're under the table. Take four and you're under the host. | |||
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Beer is the tipple transcendent, But unless I have misapprehended, I am just the pass-througher From brewer to sewer: I do not drink beer; I just rent it. | |||
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It's clear that I've failed to be clear, If you think that Real Ale is a beer That's yellow and pale (and worn out and stale) For Real Ale is just full of cheer! There are thousands of kinds of fine ales Don't believe me? Just look at the sales! Though wine is quite fine When you go out to dine For variety look for an ale. You say that all ale looks like piss -- There's an answer to those who think this -- If you can't find an ale From the thousands on sale That suits you, it's you who's remiss. If you can't find an ale that you like, The answer is not just to hike. Keep ringing the changes And try all the ranges Then you won't think all ales are alike. Richard English | |||
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In defense of your ale, you've got flair. I'm ashamed to have been so unfair. The fact is, I would drink An ale in an eye-blink, And plenty--til I've not a care. It was just for the sake of the rhyme, And to have a jolly good time, That I chose to attack. But I take it back And admit ale can be deeply sublime. | |||
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Don't you love how when Richard's around, the subject of beer always foams up? Getting back to subject:
About beer and its benefits. BUT, Since we're clear that good beer Is dear to us here, Can we now perhaps get back to the smut? | |||
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But liquor and smut are entwined, To inhibit a part of one's mind. Before the bottle's depleted, The act is completed. It's simply the way it's designed. | |||
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But... Sir Richard, who isn't yet ale-full Presents us a countenance baleful Though my plumbing's alright Still my stream is too light Someone else needs to darken his pailful Myth Jellies Cerebroplegia--the cure is within our grasp | |||
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Those who have a Special Interest in Limericks might benefit by taking a look at a Special Interest Group that I joined some 35 years ago. It's the Mensa LIMERICK SIG. | |||
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Ah, you have inspired this 'take-off'.
'Tis a habit, a part of my mind. "But will he be depleted Ere the act is completed?" She thought, as they jointly reclined. | |||
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Dear Hic I'm afraid that you're wrong; Twasn't Richard who started this song. I fear it was I; For good beer I would die... But I'll drink it while wearing a thong! Now, Pam, our new loveable friend, We women drink beer...it's a trend! After all, we're discerning While men go on yearning For Miller's or Bud or a blend. | |||
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Lemonade with a beer's called a 'shandy'. Fellas think for a girl that's just dandy, But I won't be wooed By a drink for a prude. Now a double Bas Armagnac brandy ... | |||
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I've never seen that SIG mentioned in the magazine - is it perchance part of Mensa International and not Mensa itself? Richard English | |||
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Candy Is dandy. But liquor Is quicker. Ogden Nash Richard English | |||
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Sequel He shamelessly plied me with brandy, Just hoping that I would get randy. But all that I knew Was I needed to spew And his pillowcase came in real handy. Sorry! | |||
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You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night. Have some Madeira, m'Dear! It's so very much nicer than beer. I don't care for sherry and cannot drink stout And port is a wine I can well do without. It's simply a case of "chacun a son gout." Have some Madeira, m'Dear!" ... Do finish it up, it will help you to sleep. Have some Madeira, m'Dear! It's really an excellent year. Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yes, The evil gin does would be hard to assess (Besides it's inclined to affect my prowess) Have some Madeira, m'Dear!" Flanders and Swann —Ceci n'est pas un seing. | |||
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For any young lady who wishes to sample them, I have some very fine bottles of Madeira in my wine rack - personal imports from the island itself. Richard English | |||
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Oh, z, Shu and I love that song! Each New Year's Eve our public radio station plays a lot of fun songs, and that's always one. Whoever the singer is...he is wonderful! Shu probably knows. | |||
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The performers, Michael Flanders and Donald Swan, are sadly both dead. But they produced some wonderful examples of witty and often understated comic songs. Check here http://www.nyanko.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/fas/ where all the lyrics are listed. Richard English | |||
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Will you bring your fine spirits o'er here? And when you say young, what's the year? If I ask for a taste, would it just be a waste? For I'm not all that young, I fear. ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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"Young Lady's" a UK expression That we use as a term of discretion. Though a lady's mature She's a lady for sure -- To suggest that she's old's a transgression. So have some Madeira, my dear As Flanders and Swan say, it's clear As a drink it's fantastic For loosening elastic -- Inhibitions will soon disappear. Forget all your flowers and candy; Madeira's the drink that's most handy To engender surrender Of the feminine gender And thus it's my modus operandi! Richard English | |||
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At the start of this thread you asked for a real woman's bawdy limerick. I am that real woman. Here goes nothing... As he lay on his back on the bed His wife wondered what thoughts filled his head. (If she knew, she would cuss) As she stroked, he thought thus... "Should have gone with crown moulding instead." | |||
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When you lay me down there in the grass, I just wished that it wasn’t so sparse. ‘Cos I’m so attracted To you, but distracted By stones sticking into my arse. UK pronunciation, Kalleh! | |||
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stella... you pronounce grass, grarse? | |||
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Of course. How do you pronounce it? Like this? When you lay me down there in the grass It did seem a little bit crass. I was picturing you From a bird’s-eye view Wond’ring what one would think of your ass. This message has been edited. Last edited by: stella, | |||
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A male dirge for the death of sex: As he lay there he saw her attraction; He was rampant and ready for action! But his wife saw him looking So she thought of cooking. No way would he get satisfaction. Richard English | |||
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Now Homo's the name for our genus, Where woman loves man and his penis. They make love everywhere (Though people may stare!), In airplanes, and parks and on Venus! [Stella, I will RFA your limerick since the OED agrees with your pronunciation of ceramist. See, I'm not so bad, now, am I?] | |||
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A subject that makes a man preen is Your praise for the size of his penis. Gargantuan? No, But all women know It's not tactically wise to demean us. <walks over to present this interesting subject to Kalleh> | |||
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I don't understand why the men Obsess like an old mother hen. Worry less of the size of it, More of the lies of it, For women to rate it a TEN! | |||
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Sweet Richard, I ask you, my dear, Why you won't try persuading with beer? For I thought that this drink was your fave, and I think that I'd rather have that than Madeir' But when flirting is put to the test, I would think you're more likely to fest if you pay close attention to when she might mention she likes vodka and cranberry best. Then offer her liquor of choice And talk with your charmingest voice and perhaps you'll get lucky if she's feeling plucky play your cards well and you'll both rejoice! ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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Wonderful, CW -- though I wondered whether you meant 'plucky' in the penultimate line. | |||
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Well, feel free to quote me with some revision if you're ever in a position to use the rhyme.<wink> ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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Caterwauller, If you're ever in such a position, (The object of some proposition) If you're thusly inclined, You'll rot out your mind, Too late to consult a physician! | ||
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News about the pluckers in the down-filled-sleeping-bag factory Spread this news all over town; It can make even happy folks frown. There's a risk that the workers -- Those small-feather jerkers -- Get paralysis from the waste down. | |||
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I feel I should write about ageing (A topic that oft gets me raging) It's abundantly clear That in spite of good beer The years can affect one's engaging*. *That's engaging in sexual relations For though one has high expectations (Since Madeira or brandy Has got the girl randy) The whole thing can end in frustrations For when ageing a man calmly faces The fact he'll no longer win races. But the bitterest pill Is he finds that he still Gets stiff - but in all the wrong places! So bring on your fine beer or ale Its magic will surely not pale. With sex a lost pleasure You'll surely still treasure That beer taste that never will fail. Richard English | |||
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A woman comes into full flower 'Bout the time most men start losing power. With babies no worry, They don't have to scurry, And a dalliance lasts more than an hour. | |||
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Oh my god, Jerry! I can't stop laughing! | |||
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I knew a chap who claimed he was a pheasant plucker - but I always thought he was a miserable git. Richard English | |||
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