A cynical poet from Bonn
Was lured to the woods by a song;
He went in disguised
But wasn’t surprised
That the teddy bears’ picnic had gone.
What better way to rekindle the blog than writing limericks?
A cookery student from Crewe
Thought that everything orange was blue;
Her classmates turned green
At her carrot terrine
But it all tasted fine, in her view.
Limericks have definitely put Crewe on the map:
A philosophy teacher from Crewe
Claimed that nothing we know is that new;
So when he was told
That his theory was old
He said ‘Then it’s bound to be true!’
Ha haah, ahh the weak titters!