"Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.
Little Johnny wants to play;
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again!"
Though outside it is raining quite heavily and with random bouts of Thunder and Lightning, the weather has actually nothing to what I am about to say. I spend roughly a good few hours a day trying to find something that I probably threw out to the rubbish many months before. But upon doing so I found some work in one of my folders from the beginning of second year university.
A tutor told my seminar group to think of a few limericks. Now said seminar group contained quite the number of guys and immature girls.
This is what happened with my group:
There was a young man from France,
Who had bees stuck down his pants.
They stung his poor bum,
And made a bad hum.
That poor young man from France.
Not so bad ey...just keep going.
There was a young boy named Nick,
Who had a very small dick.
His pants would fall down,
And he wished he could drown.
That poor little boy named Nick.
And alas!
There was a young girl called Beth,
Who had unusually bad breathe.
She ate some mints,
Then along came a Prince.
Who said you still have very bad breath.
(I think our group didn't pay attention to the rhythm of the limerick very well)
