These just get worse ...
Two for the faithful:
There once was a blogger named Val
Fellow barge-lover Koos was her pal
Together they moored
And they never got bored
Nor did any who knew them as wal.
Oh Gypsy her blog is so fab
Very funny, and never, like, drab.
Derelicte is her style
Ming Fellows is vile
(Lemon curd - karaoke - rehab.)
Ah, sweet memories ...
More when I get time - take cover now.
There once was a blogger named Val
Fellow barge-lover Koos was her pal
Together they moored
And they never got bored
Nor did any who knew them as wal.
Oh Gypsy her blog is so fab
Very funny, and never, like, drab.
Derelicte is her style
Ming Fellows is vile
(Lemon curd - karaoke - rehab.)
Ah, sweet memories ...
More when I get time - take cover now.
posted by MargieCM at 1:55 pm
30 Comments:
BRILLIANT!!! Got to dash for work now, but we're splitting our sides here! Beautiful Margie! Thank you ;-)
wow margie im truely honoured that you took pen to paper and paid homage to the wacky world of the gypsy noir...im going to think of one about you..
i shall return my friend
be afraid
be very afraid..
love you..x..
Well, evening again, Margie. Here's one that Koos has told me many times! A weird meld of English and Dutch. Apparently, this is Dutch literature!
A terrible infant called Pieter
besprinkled his bed with a gieter
his father got woest
got hold of a knoest
and gave him a pak on his mieter
John o'Mill
See if you can guess the Dutch words...hehe
Just looking on Wikipedia to check the Pieter one, and found this..it's classic!!
First, there is a Latin limerick, viz.:
Prope mare erat tubulator
Qui virginem ingrediebatur
"Desine ingressus,
Audivi progressus!"
"Est mihi," inquit tubulator.
the translation is even better, though
A plumber of Sault-Ste.-Marie
Was plumbing a girl by the sea
Said she, "Stop your plumbing,
"There's somebody coming!"
Said the plumber, still plumbing, "It's me."
;-)
ok here goes..
margie margie where do we begin
she pegs out her washing as she thinks of sin
her G-strings and bras
blows in to mens cars
as she sits there drinking her gin..
Ha Ha Margie!
Those are great - including the one below.
Lovely pomes!
Val, Koos and Gypsy!
You're famous!
with a big grin...
Nice limericks!
I posted part one of my heavenly experience!
Hope you like it...
:)
xxSue
Goodness Val! You have brought an air of sophistication and erudition to this page (as ever, bless you!). Don't know about the Dutch "literature", but anything in Latin is impressive. Less so in the translation perhaps, but funnier!
Gypsy - you've been peeking again! But the local men have to make do with standard knickers blowing in through their greedily open car windows. I regard G-strings as underwear of the devil, and an instrument of sheer torture. If I don't want a VPL under something clingy, I go without. G&T though - now you're talking! Mother's milk.
Sue - I will pop along and check it out ASAP - thanks so much for the tip. Glad you like the limericks. Keep your head down or you'll get one too!
And Dale, (whose blog I need to catch up on), deep breath babe - it's your turn:
*****
There was a snow bunny named Dale
(And this is a caution’ry tale)
She strapped on her skis
Gripped her stocks, flexed her knees
Then hurtled downhill on her tail.
If you think that’s too polite, here’s the next verse:
But surely our Dale never falls?
Yet she did – and straight out of the stalls.
Despite bitter cold
She'd become very bold,
And decided to ski in her smalls
(I’m getting there …)
She crashed with both skis strangely angled,
Her expensive snow goggles all mangled,
‘Cause when she’d bent down
To crouch nearer the ground
Her bra and her bindings got tangled.
I'm all class, see.
M x
Margie, you are without doubt the champion!!! Your limericks about Dale defy all attempts to compete...ROFL...they are absolutely brilliant!!!
You are such a star! Never stop blogging...;-)
ROFL, Margie!
Absolutely fab!
... how did you know?
OK, just got to give it one more try! ;-)
There was a small blogger called Gypsy
Who got so incredibly tipsy
She spilt wine on her laptop
Cleaned it up with her floor mop
And pranced round the mess like a dipsy
lol...making up words now..but at least I got the rhythm right this time..
I'll have to go to Limerick school at Margie's!
ha ha val thats class..
i agree about the G-strings margie.im a french knicker type myself..you do excede us mind dales is to blooming good..ok val its my turn
val fell off her barge..
whilst typing limericks bout marge..
she fell in the river..
came out all a quiver..
and her knickers went ten sizes to large..
he he..
dales the princess of blog...
whos having trouble with her bog..
the poo-man came today..
but dale floated away..
with angus young on a log..
ok this ill stop now..is not my forté...
ROFL Gypsy...how did you know I used to be called droopy draws at school...! What an opus..lol..I love it!
I'm with you too about G Strings, girls. Can't stand anything that creeps up between the pesky pair so to speak...
I favour the french hi-cuts..makes my legs look longer and my bum shorter...lol
Dale loating away on a log to avoid the bog...LOL Gypsy!
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Margie's page has inspired us all!
"I know a few bloggers of note
Who fell in cahoots and they wrote
Of tales of each others
...And most of us mothers
And one of us can't even spell float..."
Hee Hee
That was nice... teehee... your a nice poet. YOu must be the margie i have been reading about everywhere. Glad i finally found you. okay toodles.
love,
Kora
Oh no, on no account take cover. These are most brilliant :)
Maria
Hey Val I've been through Sault Ste Marie many many times...
LOL
LMAO....Oh, you guys are good.....
Just lurking on Marjorie's blog
My brain in a studying fog
From Vally to Gypsy to Dale and her slipsy
I must say I'm impressed and in awe!
And when I stop ROFL, I'm going to bed....
G'nite
I found it hard to find words that rhymed with margie so I shortened your name!
There was a young lady called Marge
Who wasnt at all very large
She was so small
She got lost at the mall
till she was found by a kind police sarge!
There once was a lady named Margaret
Who had an unusual pet
Her pet was a flea
Till it bit on her knee
And now it is squashed on the carpet
Neans, you are also brilliant! And I have some standards to aim for here...lol...but I'm trying...very trying too..;-)
This has been such fun, and Dale, I owe you one now! Your pome on my blog is excellent! Hmmm, I'll be back!!!
This is REALLY my last shot now - my Tale for Dale...he he
I've posted it on Dale's blog too, but of course, this is thee place for all our nonsense, hey Margie?
There once was a wild one called Dale
Who rambled o’er hillside and vale
But wandering one morning
She heard a loud gnawing
And turned most incredibly pale
Cos there on the hillside up high
A bear was just chewing the thigh
Of the meat she’d left sadly
When the urge got her badly
To strip all her clothes ‘cept a tie
So then did she dig out her skis
From behind the big rocks and the screes
And with blonde hair a-flying
And her tie all untying
She flew through the snow and the trees
But when she got back to her cabin
She realised much to her chagrin
That her Georgie was there
To see her all bare
But not what had got her all quiv’rin'
PS Wish I could be there to watch the Ashes tour...I love cricket!
Oh, dear, you people have put me to shame once again - I just can't seem to find enough time to do this properly. Val, Gypsy and Neans, you have excelled yourselves, and now Dale and Rache too! Must be a virus of some sort. If only all viruses were such fun!
Kora, nice to see you! As I posted on yours, I doubt very much I'm the one you've been reading about everywhere. Mine is a very quiet little corner indeed. However, I hope if by some perverse miracle it was, it wasn't too slanderous.
Maria, I'm glad you're enjoying them. Hardly up to your level of scholarship, I'm afraid. Perhaps you could have a bash at reducing your thesis to a five-liner for us? Or perhaps I could have a go at producing a thesis on the evolution of the limerick form? I bet it's been done already though.
Ah, yes, Val, the cricket. It's a good time to be Australian!
Now I really have to stop mucking around and either put something new here, or bettter still devote some time to catching up on all your wonderful blogs.
cricket... breeep breeeep
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