My "magnificent" car is pure junk. It doesn't even have a trunk. Alignment's a joke. 'Twas a pig in a poke.
My "magnificent" car is pure junk. It doesn't even have a trunk. Alignment's a joke. 'Twas a pig in a poke. That was sold as "near mint" -- by a skunk.
Not intended to be a limerick,but since you insist, I will steal the rest of it: I'm out of ideas. Someone else kick off Whilst I enjoy some beef stroganoff. A decanter of wine Will help find me a line To finish this wretched limerick off. And NOW you can start the next...
And NOW you can start the next... By adding the next line of text I write from the heart Despite the poor start
And NOW you can start the next... By adding the next line of text I write from the heart Despite the poor start Striking keys with chicken-like pecks
Into my shave den to stare at the choices My razors all seem to have voices My brushes do too While sitting on the loo
Into my shave den to stare at the choices My razors all seem to have voices My brushes do too While sitting on the loo I listen to the chosen ones rejoices My once brown shoes have seen better days
My once brown shoes have seen better days The leather's all scuffed to shades of greys Not fit for Disco
My once brown shoes have seen better days The leather's all scuffed to shades of greys Not fit for Disco Not even in 'Cisco
My once brown shoes have seen better days The leather's all scuffed to shades of greys Not fit for Disco Not even in 'Cisco But they’re good for the next bell bottom craze The cookie revolution’s not over
