There once was a Vulcan called Spock
Who had a magnificent cock
He lost all his logic
From one gin and tonic
And put it up Uhuru's frock
Who had a magnificent cock
He lost all his logic
From one gin and tonic
And put it up Uhuru's frock
There is a Brighton player called Dale.
Who will always back pass without fail.
Sometimes he will surprise.
By passing to the sides.
And do it with the pace of a Snail.
It’s got to be said and I’m surprised one of you lot hasn’t come out with it sooner:
‘‘Twas on the good ship Venus
My god you should have seen us
The figure head was a nude in bed
Sucking a red hot pen*s”
There is a Brighton player called Ryan
Who saves the shots without tryin’.
He kicks into touch
Far, far too much.
That’s when he calls himself Brian.
Not bad? In 1906 you could have probably bought a half decent house in Brighton for that.Family history searching took me to this delightful publication where a grandfather regularly entered the footie limerick competition for a 10/- prize (not bad for 1906)
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So, inspired to have a go on this old thread
Our player is Simon Adingra
An exceptionally talented winger
From Afcon he's back
With awards for his knack
Of making and taking a zinger
Let's have a limerick for our goal scorer/s after tomorrow.....
Similar to the one I heard ...There was a young girl from Aberystwyth
Who took grain to the mill to get grist with
The Miller's son Jack
Laid her flat on her back
And they united the organs they pissed with.