I once knew a man from Cornwall,
He managed a famous fish stall.
Then late there one night
Was something not right
And Syd was not seen there at all.
Now another man known as Ned,
Had always wanted Syd dead.
A stab in the back
A horrid attack
And now that stall’s full of bread.
I’ve heard that Ned had wife.
And evil were his skills with a knife.
The killing he’s done
But he’s not on the run
Because now he’s doing 20 to life!
Hahahah! Hysterical! Old Ned should’ve found a better hobby than killing people! 20 to life, for wielding that knife, Old Ned could’ve lost his head! 😂
🐾Ginger 🐾
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hahaha Well done!
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🤣Nice art piece and great poetry.👍😀
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Thank you.
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Love limericks. Get me a stein of beer and ten folks. Let’s sing another verse worse than the other verse and waltz me around Willie.
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hahahah
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Ha ha – this is great, Pam. I think I prefer fish to bread, but I am fond of my wife.
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hahaha . Good answer!
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haha Delightful limericks. 😀
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Thank you
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Now that’s a macabre little ditty! 😀
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hahah . Silly me!
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