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Pigadilly Circus
By Julian London
Christopher Hitchens smoked and drank
For some: bewildered; his words were dank.
Whether speaking or writing,
His words were exciting-
Always sensible, succinct and frank.
2011 Bumper Christmas Edition – Really Really Short Story (aka a Limerick)
24 Saturday Dec 2011
Posted in Julian London
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
VL, I got a lovely book for Christmas, you would love this one too…
It’s ‘Now We Are Sixty’ by Christopher Matthew, who has taken A.A. Milne’s best loved poems and has rewritten them for sixty-year-olds…thoughtful and funny and wise.
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Sounds BRILL, Helvi……..I’m off to swallow some engine oil 😉
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There was a party in Bowral
The invites went to all
To a lady from Estonia
Who’d come to Australia,
Now,I’m stuck
By thunder struck,
‘cos her name wasn’t Elvis
But now we have two Helvis
In Australia
one less in Estonia!
.
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H..elvis. Mmm never noticed before. That’s cute
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I tried VL here goes.
There once was a pommie called Jules
Who some say won lots on the pools
To the Gold coast he went
Where most are quite bent
These days he toils with garden tools.
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10/10 Algy. And I mean that. That’s the indomitable Aussie Spirit: Have a go!
It has humour, wry sarcasm, rhyme and some truth about the garden.
It’s not always easy to jump out of the box—even though there are only a few of us here,.
TA
PS. Now we only need Viv & Hung!……………… We know T2 is a writer and atomou only speaks Greek, so we’ll wait for the others to join us–leaving atomou, stuck up a creek!
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Thanks VL, glad you enjoyrf it. I’ll admit I had to look the last one up, but when it did it fitted perfectly and a double entendre to boot.
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There was a man with love of spinach
rumoured to have an enormous tool
over many a girl would drool
when he did unfurl inach by inach.
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An Englishman was he,
Finding it hard to pee.
So once in while,
Just to make piglets smile.
He pissed on Merv’s lime tree.
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There was a young student of Johns
Who wanted to bugger the swans
But the loyal hall porter
Said,” Sir, take my daughter.
Them birds are reserved for the dons.”
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There was a young girl from old Gloucester
Whose parents were sure they had lost her,
Till the came to the grass
To the marks of her ass
And the knees of the man who had crossed her.
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Can I attempt something more close to home:
There was a young girl from Australia
Who went to a dance as dahlia.
When the petals uncurled
They revealed to the world
That as clothing the dress was failia.
Forgive me, I know I did not spell the last word correctly….
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A youthful lady Finn,
Had a penchant for scoffing gin.
Thinking thinking…
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The pub was so full of good cheer
Trotter’s Ale was flowing like beer
When asked for a hug,
Merv filled up Manne’s jug
And said “Get stuck into this libation, old Queer”.
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Limerick for Julian
The iron man Julian London,
aka Vectis Lad or Lord Funston,
Feet Slipper, Joe Strummer …
Oh dear, what a bummer
There aren’t enough words to get one done.
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Happy everything to you and your brood Voix. ♥♥
Maybe they could dream up a new pseud for me?
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Five lines, very nice. Happy Christmas, too.
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VL, since you asked, and because it’s Christmas, I feel I ought to be nice and do what you ask: pen a little Limerick.
Sorry if it is a bit clumsy, I did it in ten minutes…it’s about things I know , which always makes it easier:
An Argentine gaucho named Bruno
Once said,”There is one thing I do know:
A woman is fine
And sheep is divine,
But a Llama is Numero Uno!”
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Bravo! Helvi. That;s the spirit.
A hot toddy for that girl, !!!…but keep those Wellington boots away from Bruno 😉
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You are not the iron man you used to be since you ventured into becoming a word- smith., Vectis Lad. 🙂
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You should see my garden though…It’s had heaps of love, money and time spent.
It may give me the inspiration to write.
It’s hard to concentrate with so much happening.
A man named Vectis was iron.
He was a dutiful scion
One day while venturing out
His words had lost their clout
According to gerad O’Brien
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A limerick being his aim
It obliged him to change the surname.
Although rhyming this cheater
neglected the meter
An offense I’m inclined to declaim.
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are you in the pigture or just the shirt.
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No, I had just visited Fortnum & Mason and I was trying to put the TEE in a conspicuous–or grand position. This was just the one that seemed apt. Believe it or not Algy, they have “rickshaws”, going along Oxford and Regent Streets. The taxi drivers hate them. They were telling me that they don’t pay any licence fees and pinch their customers. I took a couple of shots. But of course I can’t post all my pics–or it will look like, Funston on holiday 🙂
It (the PA’s TEE) is a bit crumpled, like ato’s cheese.
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Well last week I saw a bekak in the middle of Sydney and nobody liked it. Bright green thing it was.
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AND a limerick please Algy ??
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I’ll try.
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VL, so that’s why we haven’t seen you for some days now, you have been polishing your Limerick….
Very good and I’m also pleased to see your old pink PA’s T-shirt around…or is this picture from your earlier trips.
Drinks tonight on your finally completed driveway?
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Actually Helvi, I wrote this in 15 mins. I feel guilty. I should write more, but I have been incredibly busy.
The photo was taken this year: early July.
Why don’t you chip in with a Christmas limerick? I’ll think of another.
Felicitations and good cheer, BTW.
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Thanks JL, Merry Christmas.
If you see Funston around, wish him the same!
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Fell free to chuck in a limerick 🙂
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