Hark the herald angels sing Smoggies love the ring The boro looks like west beirut And their chavs wear tacky bling
Long time ago on old Tyneside So gods holy bible mad Geordie legend Taylor born and didn't have a dad Hark now hear them geordies sing the man is like a tank but we all know how he plays cos the ****ers just a ****
Jingle bells Magpies smell Taylor handles again His dads name is Bob He broke wheel On his vehicle And Taylor never saw him again
Hey diddle diddler Deluded's a Fiddler, Warm Pouch can be such a twat, Mag Albert's a rep whore, Young Tash is a moron, And Sombrero has still lost his hat..
Hmmm, not bad. "Diddler"? And also the whole point of a limerick is that the 3rd and 4th line are meant to rhyme Last line made me laugh though.
Silent night, holy night, Pouch is thick, not to bright, He's a virgin and never had a shag, Couldn't score doon the Bigg Market, With a dirty fat slag, Sleeps in smelly piss, Slee-eeps in sme-elly piss..