Treasure Island

Danny Draper

(14 July 1963 / Kiama, New South Wales, Australia)

Limerick for an ol' Scouser


There once was a wizened old scouser
Who had a pair of newspaper trousers
They were crumpled to sag
Like a used paper bag
Revealing print ink on his old bowser.

4/10/2013

Submitted: Friday, October 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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This is just because I like sound of the word - Scouser

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  • Valsa George (10/9/2013 10:33:00 AM)

    An interesting limerick! Poor old man with print ink on his bowser....! This is a typical limerick with the perfect rhyme scheme and making people laugh! (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (10/5/2013 11:45:00 PM)

    A wonderful poem about recycling - we should all be wearing newspaper knickers. (Report) Reply

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