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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Sept 24, 2008 16:44:32 GMT
"What! only a shilling? No-one here would be willing, To avail themselves for just that. So here's what you do, You go straight back to Lou And tell him I want more than that!"
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Post by Lou Briccant on Sept 24, 2008 22:16:33 GMT
Lou's always quite willing, To pay more than a shilling, If the service is good and sincere, But to earn anymore You've got to make sure, That you're equipped, with the right gear.
So take up the slack And go back round to Jack, And tell him, that's all that you've got, And that you must insist, If he doesn't resist He'll be pleased when it reaches the spot."
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Sept 25, 2008 13:20:38 GMT
Jack's got the right gear, Of that you've no fear, And with it he'll do a good job. But for windows and doors AND sweep the floors, It'll cost you at least thirty bob
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Post by Lou Briccant on Sept 26, 2008 12:50:31 GMT
You can tell Jack I fear, Thirty bob is too dear, For sweeping the floors and such. But if he will agree, You can make lunch for me, Then I might just pay you that much.
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Sept 26, 2008 17:45:31 GMT
Jack said,Yes O.K. He'd make lunch for today, Also maybe some tea he would fix. But as he closed the door, He said,"Tell Lou it will cost more, At least £1 12s 6d."
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Post by Lou Briccant on Sept 28, 2008 10:19:45 GMT
Now, Jack I am sure, Will pay you much more, Than £1 12s 6d If you go back instead, And tuck him in bed, But watch out, he knows some queer tricks.
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Post by scoo on Sept 28, 2008 17:05:42 GMT
Clurbs drawling way of sayin clubs, as in night clurbs... maybe might work.
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Sept 30, 2008 11:31:09 GMT
Now here's what you do, You go back to Lou And say "Jack being queer's just a rumour But what ever you say Be it next week or today He'll take it all in in good humour!?"
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Post by Lou Briccant on Sept 30, 2008 19:15:20 GMT
Go back and Jack, tell His humour, we know well, You can also give him this list, Of lots of places to visit, S'not the done thing is'it Walking round, with his' knickers in a twist.
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Oct 1, 2008 11:47:18 GMT
Hello Lou, this is Jack, And I think looking back, We've exhausted this thread to the limit, So lets sit down and think And have a nice drink, And start up a new one - good init.?
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Post by Lou Briccant on Oct 3, 2008 11:34:41 GMT
Now Jack, this is Lou, I've been in such a stew, Not had time to answer your thread, I've been working so hard, And I know I'm no Bard, Just wait, till something comes into my head.
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Oct 3, 2008 18:05:59 GMT
No Bard you say, You could have fooled may (me, but it had to rhyme didn't it?) I've seen all the poems you've written, It won't be too long, Till a thought comes along, Cause with this limerick thing I've been smitten.
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Oct 4, 2008 10:00:17 GMT
Right! a thought has appeared, It's brand new, not dog-eared, About Brown taking back dear old Mandy, He's been back one whole day, Do you think he will stay, Or should they keep the exit door handy?
Beckets back too, Oh what a to do, Do you think Brown brought her back for a lark? Has she somewhere to live Or do you think they will give Her a space in a caravan park?
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Post by Lou Briccant on Oct 4, 2008 13:48:28 GMT
Smitten you say About limericks that may Not always be taken too lightly, Cause with Mandy back in, We're bound to get spin. And we know, it won't always be sightly.
Now Becket, I fear, Says what she wants to hear, And it is not always the truth, So if things go wrong And she sings her swan song, We'll have to vote for Rabbi Ruth.
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Oct 6, 2008 19:18:50 GMT
Mandy said he asked Blair Before climbing the stair, To be a Lord in the Upper House, "Shall I take the step Tone Or will they think I'm a phone EE and start treating me like a louse?"
"Tone" said "Do it my friend, Who knows where you'll end, You may even get a top job." Mandy said, "Yes I will I'll go in for the kill, And with luck I'll make a few bob."
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Post by Lou Briccant on Oct 7, 2008 15:29:22 GMT
When Gordon rang Mandy, about the job, He said, "I know you're an awful snob. But I am in the middle of a crisis." Mandy said, "Don't worry Gord, I'm your man , if you can afford, To lose every penny, you have got in Isis."
Now Margaret wasn't very sure, She said, "The country's very poor, And Mandy's not a one for being thrifty, So if you take him in with you, This is what you ought to do, Keep his fingers off, anything over fifty."
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Oct 7, 2008 18:11:48 GMT
Mandy and Maggie sat down, To discuss how to take Gordons crown, "If we do it my way" Said Maggie, "we may Both yet be the talk of the town."
"Just do what I say Mandy dear, Even though you will soon be a Peer, When you get to THAT house, Be as quiet as a mouse, Then we'll both have nothing to fear."
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Post by Lou Briccant on Oct 7, 2008 22:11:14 GMT
But Maggie, I'm frightened of falling, Into a trap, set for when I am calling, G. B, isn't thick, He might see it's a trick And send in Alistair Darling.
The two of them might have a plan, They might be hiding inside a White Van, Then when I go to call They'll laugh at my fall Then send me away for a scan.
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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Oct 8, 2008 11:51:19 GMT
Just stay by my side Mandy dear. I'll keep you from them have no fear, If they come down your way I'll just turn round and say. Here's my mobile home, quick hide in here.
Mandy said, "Becks I'm not sure I've been through all this before, Though 'twas Gordon's invite I still don't feel right, So I'll stay fairly close to the door."
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Post by paul Zernikazof on Oct 8, 2008 13:28:28 GMT
My dear friend Fidelma Taxes Could rotate around her own axis When the bottom half did stop T'was not so for the top Which damaged a couple of taxis
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