[LEE]

There was a young Welsh girl called Helen
What she'd say next you'd never be tellin'
She wasn't sure what a Dove was
But she still fell in love cos
It was always 'Paul Clarke!' she was yellin'





Now guys, I'm sure you can all do better than that.

[blinkinlovely]

There was a young man named Paul,
Why viewers loved him, the housemates knew not at all,
Feelings for Helen did stir,
leading to many a rumour..
Since then they've been predicting his fall!

[Honey]

There was a young man named Brian,
Who was (is) funny and sexy and right on,
He won 70 thou', waved his arms, took a bow,
And will be presenting SM:tv from now on!

[LEE]

Hi Honey

Welcome to the board

Come on everyone - if our newest member can add to this thread, where are the rest of you budding poetic geniuses?

[Honey]

Thanks LEE
Now I'm going to look like a right 'Goody-two-shoes' because I've got another limerick! haha!!!

Okay so here 'tis then!

There was a young man called Bubble,
Who was kind and not too much trouble,
He stuck out his tounge,
But it was all in good fun,
Now he's running for Macmillan in the Marathon!

[Romantic Old Bird]

There was this young lass called Narinder
Who, if you dared to correct her or hinder,
Would scream and would shout,
That she'd 'Want you ALL out!'
With a glare that could burn to a cinder....


P.S. Honey, Welcome, double cool to see you!

[Romantic Old Bird]

Apols to Blinkin!

A successful young man from Reading
Wasn't sure just where he was heading
Thought he'd go on this show,
-See how far he could go,
And he ended up planning his wedding!

(Possibly a little wishful thinking, but, hey-ho, worth a shot!)

[Kaz]

A two-faced young woman called Betty
Thought her pink hat and jumper so natty
She did Tai Chi with Dean
And said 'D'you know what I mean?
Until she drove all of us batty!

[LEE]

There once was a cool guy from Brum
And on his guitar he would strum
His sugarcube tower
Got taller each hour
Until a World Record he won.

[peachy]

There was a hairdresser from Wales,
Who had a way with the males,
She set her cap
At a very nice chap
And even liked his tall tales

[Kaz]

There was a young chap called Bubble
Whose tricks always got him in trouble
He showed us his tongue
Even flashed us his bum
And his hair ended up just like stubble!

[Honey]

I have to salute you Kaz your Bubble limerick was a million times better than my feeble effort hehe!

But ever one to embrace the words 'Could do better!' I've tried again! hehe!

*clears throat*
There was a young man called Josh
Who thought he was so very posh
but his pecs they went south
along with his mouth
coz he was sad that he didn't win the dosh!

Well, at least the last word rhymed this time even if the content was poor, this is fun!

Thanks for your welcome R.O.B.

[Kaz]

Thanks Honey. They are great fun, aren't they!!

Your limerick for Josh was great - I couldn't think of anything for him. Thought I'd have a bash at another difficult one - Stuart.

There was a big poseur called Stuart
Who was wealthy and suave and he knew it
He topped up his tan
Drank Red Bull by the can
But his rows with the girls meant he blew it!!

[Romantic Old Bird]

You're all cooking on gas! Brilliant!

Speaking of which...I can't think of a limerick, but here's an alternative version of Copacobana; On Big brother...

Her name was Amma, she was a dancer,
You know she danced around a pole,
But she did not sell her soul.

And she was scary, she really shouted,
Why did she pick on lovely Paul?
He was the sweetest of them all.

Chorus:
It really wasn't good
He was misunderstood
And she really put the boot in cos she knew she could.

Cos she was clever, and she had talent,
And her hopes on this were pinned,
Even though she had bad wind.

And we would hear it, cos it would rattle,
She would smile as if to say
'Got a problem? Make my day!'

Chorus;
But the public knew, just what they had to do,
So she couldn't beat the master
And she went out, too

Farting and dancing and shouting and prancing,
on Big Brother,
She made a smell,
And gave them hell
on Big brother, on Big brother, on Big Brother, .....................

[Kaz]

Bravo, R.O.B.

A tribute:

There was a Romantic old Bird
Of whose stories you surely have heard
Her fame has spread far
She is truly a star
And she'd love Mr Clarke in her bed!

[Romantic Old Bird]

Thanks Kaz, but I love the lad too much to inflict that on him. He would definitely be emotionally scarred. I think I'd just better keep on dreaming. and leave him to Helen..

After meeting a young man from Reading
A Welsh girl cried, 'Cancel my wedding!
Cos you know there's no rush,
And this blokes really lush,
And I'm sure he wants loving and bedding!

[Honey]

FANTASTIC KAZ AND R.O.B. HUGE round of applause for you both, this is such a laugh THANKS!!!

Here's one about Dean:

There was a cool dude called Dean
Who wanted fame in a dream
On his guitar he would play
As he sang everyday
But 'Destiny's Child' was beneath him it would seem!

[Honey]

Thought of another one for my favourite housemate Brian:

There was a young man called Brian
Who lived in the town of Rathangan
He was daring and fun
Pulled our heartstrings and won
And loved Posh'n'Becks, Atomic Kitten and fashion.

[Honey]

Oh dear it's me again....how sad am I haha!!!?

There was an old pooch called Paddy
Who was lazy, and snobby and a baddie
He wouldn't 'Go Fetch!'
And made Brian retch
Lost the task so the housemates were mad-die!

AWFUL!!!!