I'm known as a bit of a snob these days when it comes to literature/music/theatre/television...basically anything that can be pinned under the arts. I regularly put down basically everything everyone watches as nothing is 'intelligent' nowadays. I'm a bit of a freak like that, popular culture somehow escapes me (mainly through my own pure stubbornness).
It seems the case wasn't so when I was six years old. I just stumbled upon some limericks I wrote at that fine old age. I'll leave you to judge them...
An Art Magic reader from Crewe,
needed to go to the loo.
But the door was locked,
he couldn't keep it locked so
he ended up covered in poo.
A dog who loved going for walks,
who one day started to talk
"Shut up" yelled his owner,
silly dog, you loner
That's why you can see a cork.
My friend called Emily Lee
needed to do a wee.
She ran to the loo,
took one look at the queue
and created the mess you now see.
I think I might have liked toilet humour. Just a guess though
3 comments:
sweet but rubbish.
Shu'up Mr Wheatley. You're just compwheatley jealous you're not as talented as my six year old self. You can practically see poor Emily Lee looking at that queue.
I really enjoy the way you have cleverly rhymed "locked" with "locked so". That is pure post modern abandonment of the rules. You were a child genius and these should have been published a lot earlier.
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