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I know I keep saying this…however this fandom really has stolen my sanity (if you know where it is please keep it safe, I may want it back one day). Here is my latest offering of random craziness, six Life on Mars limericks, oh yes!
Some of them are rather dodgy, but enjoy. And if anybody wants to pitch in and write some more, please feel free!
1.
A bloke by the name of Eugene,
Used words that were quite obscene,
He thumped his DI,
Made young children cry,
But his streets were spotlessly clean.
2.
There was a young man from Hyde,
‘twixt Anne and Gene he couldn’t decide,
So they drank Perno and black,
Fell into Sam’s sack,
And yes, it’s one hell of a ride!
3.
A young lass by the name of Cartwright,
Was really rather bright,
So she joined the police force,
Took a firearms training course,
Shot her instructor and is now contrite.
4.
Chris isn’t actually brain dead,
But still he waits and waits in the shed,
He’s on a secret mission,
To catch a rouge musician,
At least he thinks that’s what the guv said.
5.
Ray’s a div don’t you know?
His learning’s reached a plateau,
My advice he ignores,
Sleeps around with whores,
And he can’t tie his laces in a bow.
6.
A woman called Jacqueline Queen,
Hated the one named Genie-Gene,
He once shot a lad,
And that made her mad,
So in the papers she vented her spleen.
Some of them are rather dodgy, but enjoy. And if anybody wants to pitch in and write some more, please feel free!
1.
A bloke by the name of Eugene,
Used words that were quite obscene,
He thumped his DI,
Made young children cry,
But his streets were spotlessly clean.
2.
There was a young man from Hyde,
‘twixt Anne and Gene he couldn’t decide,
So they drank Perno and black,
Fell into Sam’s sack,
And yes, it’s one hell of a ride!
3.
A young lass by the name of Cartwright,
Was really rather bright,
So she joined the police force,
Took a firearms training course,
Shot her instructor and is now contrite.
4.
Chris isn’t actually brain dead,
But still he waits and waits in the shed,
He’s on a secret mission,
To catch a rouge musician,
At least he thinks that’s what the guv said.
5.
Ray’s a div don’t you know?
His learning’s reached a plateau,
My advice he ignores,
Sleeps around with whores,
And he can’t tie his laces in a bow.
6.
A woman called Jacqueline Queen,
Hated the one named Genie-Gene,
He once shot a lad,
And that made her mad,
So in the papers she vented her spleen.