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| empty lunchboxes and ants in your pants ( a working title) | |
| By ellie-jelly | ||||
| 02 October 2006 | ||||
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I wrote these limericks a few months ago when my internet service was cut, and I've had them stored away on the computer. They're all about different things of course. One day I hope I can draw accompanying illustrations for each. One day. let's just stick with the words for now. There was an old man at the zoo, He wasn't quite sure what to do. So he opened the cages And chased the animals for ages, Then was chased home by the zoo clean-up crew. There once was a boy with a crow And I wanted to trade him my yo-yo He asked what I would like And I wanted his bike. And he gave me a resounding "NO". Once a boy ran out of toothpaste Soon the lads' breath smelled like sewerage waste. When confronted on his issue He covered his mouth with a tissue And ran to the shops with great haste. Once there was a cockroach Who reminded me of an old netball coach It crawled over the floor But ceased to be no more As my foot did swiftly approach. Once I was stuck in a tunnel With an odd boy holding a funnel He then dug a hole And told me that he was a mole At that point I wished I'd had a shovel. There once was a piece of toast called Wayne The bread he was made from was multigrain So he cleaned up his crumbs And told me "sorry I have to run" Then he jumped down the kitchen sink drain. There once was a pretty twinkling star That I'd look at through my window from afar. It glowed up in the sky Ever so high, Against a sky coloured black like tar. Once I had an awesome pen On it was a picture of a little red hen. So when it ran out of ink It made me think, I should have got the one with the picture of a wren. There once was a chap called the Devil, Who's aim in existence was to maim and dishevel. So he sits on his throne, But in hell he's never alone. As the Crazy Frog is down on that level. There once was a girl who thought she was a bat Always hanging upside down, never she sat. So she hanged from a tree, Then fell and broke her knee Then decided it would be easier to be a cat. There once was a giant piece of cheese Who hated the fridge, it always made him freeze. So he swung open the fridge door And exclaimed out loud "NO MORE" "I'm off to Bermuda with a circus of performing Fleas" There once was an ant in my pants I was rather disappointed that it didn't make me dance, So I asked the ant why And he gave the reply "Sorry, I must've been stuck in a trance." Once there lived a pirate on a ship And wanted something to entertain him on his trip. So he plucked a fish from the sea Put it upon his knee Then told it to perform a back flip. Once lived a girl near Fivedock Who once went to school with an empty lunchbox. So she danced lunchtime away To keep her hunger pangs at bay, So she danced so much she put holes in her socks. Once there was an elastic band That wished that it lived in stationery land. It just lay in the drawer And didn't say much more, Then it snapped at an unwary office hand. Once there was a girl named Rose Who loved nothing more than reciting prose. So all through the night She'd sit and recite, Until she had rid herself of her woes. Once there was a treasure chest Guarded by a pirate wearing a golden vest. Take a step too near And you'll feel the wrath of the buccaneer, Then he'll toss you up to the crow's nest. There once was a girl who dug up a hole That had an unfortunate haircut; it was in the shape of a bowl. She was afraid of the food So in her hole she did brood, And now she's as skinny as a pole.
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