“Warrior” Limericks

There are many people who talk a good game, but when push comes to shove…..

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There was once a man called Botha

Who liked to sit deep in his sofa

There in his living room

Which smelled like a tomb

He realised he had become, a loafer

 

One day at the very break of daylight

He gave himself a most terrible fright

No Communiqué from on high

So he let out, a terrible sigh

And decided to become a Sh’ite

 

There were some people on Facebook

Who painted their walls with a lip-hook

For to mention his name

Was the ultimate shame

They need wash their face in a brook

 

For cheeks peachy such as these

Blush pink when nobody sees

And Victoria’s secret is safe

Even though it still do chafe

Knickers to such perceptions of cheese

 

And the moral of this little ditty

Do not give without a chitty

For conditions abound

In the life of a hound

And a dog’s life is simply quite shitty

 

They sniff at each others arse

Whilst boldly rubbing their brass

Such a use of the polish

Does freedom simply abolish

Maybe now to erect an, epitaph

 

For in standing together

Like birds of a feather

They are as solid as sheep

So cosy it makes weep

I hope they enjoy their tether!!