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The Fallen

The Lost Property Window

Rhymings of a Disintegrating Mind

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life’s like that...
Competition
I really don’t like competition
Especially if there’s an audition
It gives me the hump
And makes me feel glum
So that’s why I’m a top politician
Freight Train
I boarded a freight train near Clacton
That was subject to industrial action
Two weeks floated by
While fists they did fly
Which left only me not in traction
The Gold Car
I stole a gold car for my birthday
Which sadly I crashed on the freeway
A mechanic from Gent said
‘Can’t fix it in Lent’
So I swapped it in Paris for sorbet
Cart Horse
I once had a cart horse with gout
Who refused to pull anything stout
So I went to the vet
For a cure and a bet
But instead I got drunk and passed out
Pavements
I’m not at all sure about pavements
They seem rather sullen and vacant
If you step on a crack
You fall on your back
Then can’t even get an arraignment
Booonie
I once knew a boonie with ears
Who struck me as rather quite queer
He snoogled around
And lost half a pound
Then put it back on drinking beer
Davida
There was a young lady, Davida
Who fancied a job in the media
She went for a chat
But they turned her down flat
So now she writes encyclopaedias
Charlotte
There was a young princess named Charlotte
The heartthrob of bold knight, Lanc-e-lot
She strode into Vogue
And won over those
Who recognised she was a starlet
Semolina
Not everyone craves semolina
But she’s smooth like a great ballerina
When she’s covered in milk
She tastes like pure silk
Just don’t tell my girlfriend, Marina
Wilamena
My girlfriend is called Wilamena
I’m sure you would know if you’d seen her
She crumples with ease
And quite likes a squeeze
Which is fine for an old concertina
Aster
There was an old gerbil named Aster
Who thought he would outwit his master
He turned all his food
Into moonshine and booze
Then snuck out while his master was plastered
Limericks, limericks, limericks. If you love them, we hope you like these…
To be found in ‘’Rhymings of a Disintegrating Mind’.