That hideous Tory Nadine,
Was placed in a crate with umpteen,
Maggots, crickets and bugs,
And all manner of slugs.
This show’s so much fun it’s obscene.
John Moynes
(ITV)
Everything. As It Happens.
That hideous Tory Nadine,
Was placed in a crate with umpteen,
Maggots, crickets and bugs,
And all manner of slugs.
This show’s so much fun it’s obscene.
John Moynes
(ITV)
Rosie Webster however gave up,
She’s cute isn’t she the wee pup,
She can’t wee in the loo,
Let alone do a poo,
Sometimes I just wish she’d shurrup!
These Limericks remind me of a library competitions when i was a child
stop it now
Broadsheet editors decided to ask John Moyne
To write witty limericks in return for some coin
I’d ask for my money back
I’d rather drink saliva from a yak
and be kicked by ten horses in the loin.
Glass houses…
*groin
Not having TV stations is like not have a loose crazy monkey who pees soothing opiates in your mouth as soon as you get home.
Mmmmm… soothing opiates…
Come, George, now don’t be such a moan.
We know that John’s verse makes you groan.
Jus be thankful that he
Doesn’t claim any fee
And – as far as I know – lives alone!
For without this outlet most poetic
His existence would be quite pathetic.
His bags he would pack
With a stoop in his back
And live a life peripatetic.
He’d be forced into working in retail,
Off’ring up his sweet doggerel for re-sale.
He’d return to us rich
And the son of a bitch
Would regale us with each gory detail.
You’ve finally done it. You’ve made this worse than I thought it could ever be. You’ve included this utter drivel, an excuse for entertainment.
I instantly think less of people who watch this. Same goes for most television.
Can we vote politicians in to that place?
To escape from the crap called “reality TV”
I turned to Broadsheet to see what I could see
Oh SH!T My surprise
When I opened my eyes
To find the same tripe looking right back at me.