Lets create a limerick

[Fear 'n boozin]

when he suffered a droppper? *whinces*

[TillieTrotter]

Although that was abit like the norm!! (sorry dear):-$

[georgia]

There was a nice lady called Tillie

[mockney piers]

Who cooked the evilest chilli

[Polly D]

She added some herbs

[TillieTrotter]

that she bought from some Serbs

[TillieTrotter]

She's now a nice man with a willie

[Ant]

Pfft! That's a good 'un.

[Ant]

There once was a dog with a cape

[TillieTrotter]

Thats SPOOKY, as in between all my time wasting i'm preparing a chilli. Tis true>:D

[TillieTrotter]

Who fancied one of DM's canapes (pronounced in cockney fashion)

[Ant]

He stuck out his tongue

[Nero]

Which was healthy and long

[TillieTrotter]

At which point she made her escape

[TillieTrotter]

There was a strange fella called *Bob*

[karter]

ok my turn...

There was a young man called Mark...

[professordingo]

"There was a strange fella called *Bob*"... no there's just such an abvious rhyme to this, that i now can't think of another, and would *hate* ::o to insult anyone (at least not if we have't met face to face)

There was a young man called Mark...

who was addicted to quark

[mockney piers]

There was a strange fella called *Bob*"

Possessed of a bottomless fob

...

There was a young man called Mark

who was addicted to quark

...

*edited fro crossing threads*

[Fear 'n boozin]

There was a young man called Mark

who was addicted to quark

...at the Festival Fair

There was a strange fella called *Bob*"

Possessed of a bottomless fob

....with this in mind

[Polly D]

There was a young man called Mark

Who was addicted to quark

At the Festival Fair

He shaved off his hair

There was a strange fella called *Bob*"

Possessed of a bottomless fob

With this in mind

He polished his behind

[TillieTrotter]

There was a young man called Mark

who was addicted to quark

At the Festival Fair

He shaved off his hair

And ran around trying to bark.

[Ant]

Time for another first line?

While drinking the CPT dry

[karter]

Ant then started to cry...

[mockney piers]

the lager was warm

[Fear 'n boozin]

the mixers were flat

that's why I've shtarted drinkin the wine