Here,s my effort.
A bloke by the name of O`toole
would always play pissed as a rule
his whistling was rotten
and most tunes forgotten
what a relief when he fell off his stool!
Mike 
There once was a whistler named Bryan,
Whose wife sent his whistles 'a flyin,
But he said, āWhat the hey,ā
Iāve got WhOA,ā
Itāll be 15 new ones Iām bying.ā
Steve
On 2002-03-20 10:49, Bloomfield wrote:
On 2002-03-20 10:43, ErikT wrote:
Dutch, huh? Hmmm.
> ???
No way!Really?Gee. Mike
I never could leave well enough alone:
I heard of a whistler from Kent,
Who gave up his whistle for Lent.
He took up recorder
To treat his disorder.
Whoa, what a happy old gent.
Joe
And yet another one:
So long and good-bye JessieK
(Her parting was messy, Iād say.)
When her whistles she sells,
Weāll be there with bells,
Singing, āJessie, please make my day.ā
On 2002-03-18 02:42, JohnPalmer wrote:
A tooter who tooted the flute
Tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to the tutor,
āIs it harder to toot or
To tutor two tooters to toot?ā
As an old friend of mine used to say, thatās is a nifty bit of alliteration.
There once was a man named Roy
Who thought whistling a joy
So he bought all he could
Some made of wood
And others which played like a toy
[ This Message was edited by: JohnPalmer on 2002-03-21 20:59 ]
[ This Message was edited by: JohnPalmer on 2002-03-21 21:18 ]
There was once was a whistling rogue
Who only would play his FeadĆ³g
Twasnāt Mark one, two, three
He bought it, you see,
When McCullough Pigott was in vogue
A farmer, one Charlie OĀ“dickens
can whistle the legs off his chickens
some say it,s just luck
how he makes the chooks cluck
but in truth, he,s just so quick it sickens
Peace,Mike
The male whistlers here seem to adore
A skinny young lass named Andrea Corr
Sheās as thin as a Feadog Mk III
No womanly curves has she,
But that, of course, is what cheesecake is for.
(I posted this originally on the WHAT IS OT??? thread, but then I thought it would be a welcome excuse to bump this thread. Letās not let our limerick phase be over quite yet.)
Their once was a message board thread
That everyone thought was quite dead
Bloomfield, you know,
Just couldnāt let go
And brought it right back to the head
(and Iām glad he did )
A whistler who whistles off key
And only asks questions OT
Although meek and mild
May yet be reviled
But the newby is OK with me
On 2002-03-19 22:07, Feadan wrote:
Sorry folks. I canāt help myself. Itās like a disease >
ā¦
For some writing limericks is an addiction,
In Feadan itās properly called an affliction.
He certainly is most prolific,
some limericks are terrific,
but others heād do better never to mention.
/bloomfield
[ This Message was edited by: Bloomfield on 2002-03-28 09:25 ]
So, Dale, where is our Department of Whistle Limericks???
Yet writing more limericks
I think
Bugger haiku
My suffering no words can tell
I stomp and I growl and I yell
For Iām forced to endure,
my paycheck to secure,
these nasty recorders fromā¦third grade.
Tom
I thought about buying a Rose
But it costs some big bucks, I suppose
So I play with elation
On my old Generation
And itās with me wherever I goes
Like I didnāt have anythinkg else to doā¦so here goes:
There was an old granny called mouse,
Who whistled all over the house.
When the neighbors cried āMoron!ā
She switched quickly to bodhran,
And now the mouse is a louse!
Iām laughing so hard I have a stomach ache! I wonāt write limericks! Specierian sonnets maybe. Howās that for a challenge! I probably wonāt win hands down, but what the hell!
I put this one on for a while
'Cause it sure made me laugh and smile
But I took it right off
Afraid of chastisement and scoff
But I thought what the hey hereās the guile
There once was a man named Enus
Who ordered a himself a Guinness
When the barmaid came back
She gave him a whack
'Cause his poem didnāt rhyme at the end
There was once a man from West Texas
That played a gold Cope in his Lexus
With the windows rolled down
The tunes did abound
Tāwas the favorite, indeed, of both sexes.