I opened up a cookbook the other day and out popped my attempts at cricket limericks, to be precise, limericks about Warney. I must have written them years ago, and I no longer have any recollection as to why.
Well, it’s cricket season again, the Ashes, and I adore limericks, so without further ado:
There once was a bowler called Warney.
Whose problem was feeling too horny.
The team all agreed
That to fulfil his need
Was something they all found too thorny.
I had another go too, but got stuck after two lines:
There once was a bowler for Australia
who was forever thinking of his genitalia….
yep, this one really needed some fixing, which Manny did for me:
A bowler who played for Australia
Was noted for his genitalia.
Said a girl in the stalls
I sure love his balls
But his batting’s a miserable failure.
Limericks are just such fun!