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Limericks Galore
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Limericks Galore Copyright © 2009 by Peter Finlayson All rights reserved.
By Peter Finlayson
Foreword This book is a collection of limericks and the theme is a global one. Each limerick makes reference to a country or city in different parts of the world. The chapters are broken down into continents and sub-continents. There are 70 limericks is this book.
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Limericks Galore
TABLE OF CONTENTS Sub-continent Europe South America Australasia Asia Africa North America
Limericks Galore Copyright © 2009 by Peter Finlayson All rights reserved.
There was once a man from Calcutta
Who never enjoyed eating butter
He would cover his bread
With jam instead And throw the butter in the gutter
There was a young lad from Dubai Who never would laugh or cry They told him a joke And gave him a poke And still he stood by and by.
There was a deaf chap from Iran
Who’s son was his greatest fan Together they would talk And go for a walk It was good they were from the same clan
There was a young man from Lahore Who chose to be round, not tall He ate lots of curry
In a real great hurry
And now he looks just like a ball
A baseballer from Pakistan Was determined not to be outdone
He batted with grace And ran for home base
And often he’d hit a home run
A soldier who fought in Sri Lanka In his youth was a star slam dunker
He would dodge the grenades
And hit them straight back with spades As he took cover in his military bunker
A sherper who lived in Tibet Claimed the mountain for him was no threat Up Everest he’d climb Through the snow and the slime And would always proclaim it “No sweat”!
There was a clown from Nepal Who really was on the ball
He would juggle cups and plates
While the audience awaits
For the cups and the plates to fall
There was a tramp from Bhutan
I believe his name was Dan
He roamed the plains Amongst the ruins and remains
Looking for scraps for his clan
An athlete from Bangladesh Needed to cool and refresh He was on a long run And it wasn’t for fun
And sprinkled water onto his flesh
There was a young lady from Spain
Who loved to dance in the rain
One very wet day
She fell into the bay
And never went dancing again!
There was a meat eater from Cork
Who loved his beef and his pork He would eat with his hands
With his plate in the sands And not use a knife or a fork
There was a man from Gibralter
Who led his wife to the alter Cause of too many rows
They retook their vows
They had which had caused them to falter.
There was a hunter from Kiev
Who kept a knife up his sleeve
He crept up to a buck And his knife got stuck And the buck he was forced to leave
A very young girl from Helsinki
Her name I believe was Minki
She played quite a lot
With her friends on a plot
And their names were Dinki and Pinki
There was a young sheep in Greece
Who was lacking a warm woolly fleece
He was given a coat
From a friendly goat
and enjoyed life thereafter in peace.
There was a painter from Warsaw
Who loved to paint and to draw
He sketched a large fountain On the top of a mountain Without any blemish or flaw
There was a young swimmer from Kent
Who had a back that was bent In lane one he would dive
And end up in five
because he never knew which way he went.
There was a bird from Bern Which I believe was a tern It would fly round the city And take great, great pity On the heads of the statues in Bern
There was a young guy from Genoa
Who was a very good thrower
He was scared of a snake
So he picked up a rake
And threw it with force at a boa
There was once an old man from Rome
Who decided to light up his dome
He struck a match On his very bald patch
And set fire to his dome and his home
There was a cheese-maker from Harlem
Who loved to ride the slalom
He loved cheddar cheese Which he ate at high speed As he raced down the ice shute in tandom
There was a chef from Belgrade
Who battled to make the grade
His food tasted bland
His soups were like sand
And he’d dish up his stew with a spade
A winemaker who came from Lisboa
He thought his name was Noah
It started to rain In a vat he’d remain
Till the rain came down slower and slower
There was a strongman from Brussels
Who loved to flex his muscles
He would put on a show And cause his biceps to grow
And frighten his eight jack russell’s
There was an old granny from Eira
“Who’s name by the way, was Sarah” She made up her face
And dressed in fine lace
And now looks so much fairer
There was a young damsel in France
Who really enjoyed a good prance
She climbed Notre Dame
And came to no harm
As on top she decided to dance.
There was a young lady from Cuba Who was good at playing the tuba
She took a very long blast
And said goodbye to her past
As she swallowed the tuba in Cuba
There was a pirate from Peru
Who was very rude to his crew They shot him with a blank
And made him walk the plank
And served him up in the stew
There was another man from Peru Who stuck his fingers with glue
It happened at night
He got one hecka’ve fright
And he didn’t have a clue what to do
A volleyball player from Brazil Was blessed with a great deal of skill
He spent time on the beach And the youngsters he’d teach
And spectators he managed to thrill
A zoo-keeper from Argentina
Needed to feed a hyena
He stepped into the cage
Caused the hyena to rage
And the keeper pranced like a ballerina
There was a jockey from Chile
Who loved to ride on a filly He took part in a race
They came in first place
And the crowd went all crazy and silly
In Paraguay there lived a clown
Around the town he’d walk up and down He’d laugh at the people and crack a joke They’d laugh at him back and give him a poke
But this happy clown would never frown
A goal-keeper from Panama City
Was short, stocky, strong and gritty
He played many a match
But was unable to catch A ball, which was a great pity!
In Colombia there was a man with a sword
Who never liked being ignored
He would love to taunt And his long sword flaunt
And think of nothing untoward !!
There was a gal from Bolivia Whose christian name was Olivia
She would make a huge fuss
About riding on a bus
And in the end it was all trivia
There was once a granny from Perth
who sang for all she was worth
Her voice was quite shrill
and she created a thrill as she sang of her life on this earth.
An Aussie man had no heart
He started to fall apart
He needed an op
But started to pop
And the doctors never knew where to start
An accountant from downtown Brisbane
Drank a bottle and a half of champagne He felt nothing at first
And then an insatiable thirst
And his head was in considerable pain
An organ donor from Sydney
Decided to pass on his kidney
He went for the op
But the surgeons had to stop
‘cause his wife started screaming like a banshee!
A rally driver from Darwin
Took his 4X4 for a spin
He went seriously off-road
nearly drove over a toad
Which almost jumped out of its skin!
A rugby player from Tonga
Could not seem to wait any longer He loved being in the scrum
Alongside his chum
Who was bigger and broader and stronger!
A poor hobo who lived in Dunedin Used to eat what came out of a bin
He’d spend his time having many fits Looking around for tasty titbits And often he just couldn’t win!
There was a bright girl from Peking who was allergic to a bee sting she once got a bite and got quite a fright as her arm was put in a sling
There was once a young man from Hong Kong who was neither short nor long
he wanted to be tall
and took many a fall
off the stilts he bought for a song.
There was once a big man from Japan Who ate his rice from a pan
He also loved fish
Which he ate from a dish
And sushi and noodles from a can
An apprentice chef from Korea Caused his customers to get diarrhea
He made a mistake with a cake
He used a dirty garden rake
And he really had no idea !
A ping pong player from Singapore
Always battled to remember the score He had a great serve
Which caused the ball to curve
And his opponent would fall on the floor !
A soldier from Southern Vietnam Was part of a military scam
He crept out one night And ran back in full flight
In search of a battering ram
There was a young lad from Libya
Who fell and fractured his tibia There was quite a crack When he fell on his back
While running down south in Namibia
The was once a young man from Mali Who believed he was the great Ali
They nicknamed him Clay
‘cause he would fight all day
With his spar mate who was a Bengali
There was a young boy from Uganda
Who’s favourite pet was a panda
He taught it to swim which was really quite grim
As it only liked staying on the veranda
There was a young girl from Sudan who conjured a masterful plan
A cake she would bake
And lots of money she’d make And was soon the star of her clan
There was an old man from Zim .
Who had a friend called Jim They went to Harare
On an outdoor safari
And saw Tim and his twin brother Wim
In far north-eastern Botswana
Lived a seamstress by the name of Jana She would always impress With a beautiful dress
And a matching colour bandana
Just off the coast of Morocco
Was found a rather large mako It had swum onto ground
And never made a sound
And was found by a fisherman called Jaco
There was a thief from Gabon Who proved to be quite a con
The locals he’d attack
And steal clothes off their back
And sell them for close to a song!
Near the great lakes of Wisconsin Lived a hillbilly named Johnson He went for a swim
In Lake Michigan And came out as clean as a pin
On the way to a show in Wisconsin Was a cowboy named Abe Johnson
He fell off his horse
And went totally off course
And missed the show and the swansong!
There was this young guy from Missouri
Who worked in the local brewery
It was no work and all play He drank beers through the day And ended up in front of a jury.
There was an ape from Montana And her owners called her Joanna
She liked lots of fruits And she also ate roots But her favourite food was a banana
There was a bird from Kentucky
Who was known to be very plucky
But one day he died
And became Kentucky fried He was obviously not very lucky
There was a rancher from Texas
Who rode a horse called Lexus He fell off his horse When it quickly changed course And injured his solar plexus
There was a man from Dakota . Who didn’t care an iota
Whether his car was sound
Or run into the ground
Or if it was a Ford or Toyota
A hiker from Colorado
Decided to prove his bravado He hiked twenty miles
Without too many smiles
And only drank pino-colado
There was a Scot from Kansas Whose name was Billy St Angus
His budget was spent
So he lived in a tent Made of plastic, nylon and canvas
There was a young girl from Nevada Who married a man called Estrada
They both liked hot food
Which put them in the mood For chillies and spiced enchillada
There was a young girl called Dinah Who was born in North Carolina She thought it a feat
To eat lots of meat
And was the cause of a huge angina.
In far away Pennsylvania Lived a baker called Alfred Dania He loved to make bread And he claimed to have said
He would send it to outer Tanzania
In the State of Oklahoma A chef achieved his diploma
He cooked some great food Which tasted real good
And it gave off a fantastic aroma
There was a farmer from Maine
Who experienced a great deal of rain
His crops washed away And there was many a day
That he went short of wheat and of grain
Way down in Mississippi
Lived a down and out old hippy
A pipe he would smoke
Until he was finally broke And then he felt far from zippy.
There was a dancer from Vancouver
Who proved to be quite a mover She pranced up and down All the streets in the town
until she fell into a louvre
Way down South in Arizona
Lived a young nurse called Ramona
She worked for a doctor
Whose name was Tim Procter
And together then invented the sonar
An actor from Idaho
Was chosen to be in a show
His main claim to fame
Was to rescue a dame Who was kidnapped and left in the snow.
There was once a beggar in New York Who never could find any work He’d laze around all day
Without any pay
and eat pork with a knife and a fork
A pretty actress called Diana
Was born in the state Lousiana She bumped her head
At the back of the bed
And was forced to wear a bandana
An IT student from Utah
Managed to crash his computer
He went to his Prof
Who said “That’s enough!!”
And he needed some help from his tutor
There was a horse from Wyoming
Who loved to go a-roaming
It would trot at great speed Like a captive horse freed
And look forward to its daily combing
The End
Limericks Galore Copyright © 2009 by Peter Finlayson All rights reserved.