[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, .....................