AFC limericks

[OxfordDon]

As this thread starts to grow over time, 

It's clear you lot can at least rhyme,

But then fears start to mount

That you buggers can't count

Hemmin, mind the fecking metre per line

 

 

Edited 17 hours ago by OxfordDon

[OneBrianIrvine.]

51 minutes ago, OxfordDon said:

As this thread starts to grow over time, 

It's clear you lot can at least rhyme,

But then fears start to mount

That you buggers can't count

Hemmin, mind the fecking metre per line

 

 

‘Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill;
But, of the two, less dang’rous is th’ offence
To tire our patience, than mislead our sense.
Some few in that, but numbers err in this,
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss;
A fool might once himself alone expose,
Now one in verse makes many more in prose.

[tlg1903]

There once was a Tim boss called Nancy
Whose start the fans did not fancy.
Lost four on the bounce,
and now it's our chance to trounce.
So fingers crossed for some mutton pyromancy 

[Elgindon]

Our euro campaign is now over,

'mid results that certainly did sober

now Nancy boys we must face

'bout time they were put in their place

Wilfred in the boot o' a Land Rover

 

 

 

 

[OxfordDon]

1 hour ago, OneBrianIrvine. said:

‘Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill;
But, of the two, less dang’rous is th’ offence
To tire our patience, than mislead our sense.
Some few in that, but numbers err in this,
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss;
A fool might once himself alone expose,
Now one in verse makes many more in prose.

Hemmin, keep the Pope out of fitba

[Don Julio]

There once was a Don from Oxford

Our uses of rhyme did applaud 

Our meter much less

He’s yet to confess

His own little ditty was flawed

[OxfordDon]

2 minutes ago, Don Julio said:

There once was a Don from Oxford

Our uses of rhyme did applaud 

Our meter much less

He’s yet to confess

His own little ditty was flawed

Think that might be a whoosh

[Don Julio]

Not the first, won’t be the last

[Radiored]

At the home of the dodgers of soap,
Down a goal and a man, not a hope.
Then a goal by Kenan!
Get it up ya ye fenians!
But alas, twas a slippery slope.