by Yvonne

Limericks

There was a wee girl from Blantyre,
Who got her bum stuck to the fire,
She screamed in such pain
it was her sister to blame,
All 'cos she wonted a heat at the fire.

This Limerick really happened.
Myself and my sister were just out of the bath
and where fighting over, who was getting dried at the
fire we were only about 6 or 7.
She had the line marks on her bum for years.

Another limerick

There was a wee man from Dunblane
Who was going to catch the last train
He lost his sight
And fell with a fright
So the wee man now has a cane.

Webmaster replies

Yvonne, I don't really know if I can allow the word 'bum' in an austere publication such as this. I'll take a chance though.

As for the puir wee man from Dunblane, I'm glad you ne'er said the man's name, cos if he had his sight, he'd give you a fright, and get his revenge all the same. Boom boom.

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