Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,832 Points (28.06.1952)

Limerick Number 1 - Poem by Phil Soar

There was a short man from North Ealing
Whose habits were not that appealing
He would scratch at his arse
Till the itching had passed
And then flick up the flakes at the ceiling

Topic(s) of this poem: limerick


Comments about Limerick Number 1 by Phil Soar

  • Rajnish Manga (1/12/2016 5:41:00 AM)


    Your limericks are great in the sense that they reveal the funny bone of the human nature. Entire imagery comes alive before our eyes and is quite enjoyable. Thanks, Phil. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016



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