A whole week without a City game - what on earth are we going to do with ourselves? I've just written a limerick which could be the start of a decent (indecent?) chat thread - here goes............. A well endowed dog from the Gower Took a shine to my wife in the shower So I gave her a shout "Are you coming out" She said "give me another half hour".
An oldie but goodie: - There was a gay man from Khartoum Took a lesbian up to his room Thay argued all night Over who had the right To do what and with what to whom Boom boom!!!
In days of old when nights are cold and toilets were not invented they laid their load upon the road and walked away contented.
The boy stood on the burning deck Playing a game of cricket The ball went up His trouser leg And hit his middle wicket Coat time I've never understood why they were playing cricket on a burning deck. I would have thought the game of put the fire out was more appropriate. Or let's get the feck out of here!!!
Classic for our whippet loving friends................. There was a young man from Leeds Who swallowed a packet of seeds Blades of grass Shot from his arse And his bollucks were covered in weeds. Sorry Elland.......
To continue this fest of poetry.............. A well hung young man from Cosham Pulled out his bollucks to wash 'em His wife said "Jack If you don't put 'em back I'll stamp on the buggers and squash 'em".
