Limerick – Dame

There was on old theatre dame Whose memory was on the wane When panto began He declared I’m a man But I cannot remember my name!

Limerick – Girl

There once was a girl from the West Who could play tunes with her chest She could hit the right pitch By rubbing her tits And strumming her fine stringy vest


My sister likes moustaches She says they are risqué They make her very happy She wears one everyday

Limerick – Niece

My niece came round last week We played at hide and seek She took the lip gloss And the glue When found she could not speak