Category Archives: Limericks

there once was a man from the bush who joined in the fast city push where he’s just not at home, he still needs to roam too much noise; he just needs some shoosh.

forgetting the peace of the hills many head for the cheap city thrills but get lost in the crowd where life is so loud and end up existing on pills

In our lives we all see lots of gold but we find that it’s quite hard to hold if we pile it up high it’ll fall on us – we’ll die; at least that’s a thing I’ve been told.

There once was a funny old chook who’d see love where ever she’d look but the very next day it would all fade away ‘cos she never gave, she just took.

There was once a man who saw a glimmering and thought it was gold that was shimmering but when he finally got to hold his lump of long sought after gold he found that all its brilliance was dimmering.

A prancing Peacock I once knew had his own trumpet he blew and blew and though it made an awesome sound no redeeming features could be found so I wonder if that noise was true?