Limericks 27/08/12

by joetwo

I once met a fellow named Sam

Who thought of himself as a sham

He went to and fro

Asking who’d know

“Just what kind of man I am?”


There was an old lady called Jill

Who left lots of booze in her will

Her eldest boy Jake

So much friends he did make

And they all came to drank up their fill


I once knew a butcher named Dave

Who was fond of a rant and a rave

He’d come out of his shop

And the people would stop

As he shouted how much more they’d save