Limerick Bot

A temp with a great resume
Had a tendency often to bray.
On a tour of Seville,
He refuted free will,
With some bees that he needed to spay.

A hero with feet made of clay
Got so tight that he started to sway.
When he'd quite had his fill,
He insulted poor Jill,
And complained he'd been oft led astray.

That footballing man John O'Shea
Put collections of books on display.
With conspicuous skill,
He attacked a windmill,
As he often did - twice, yesterday!

The owner of old Manderlay
Necked a bottle of new beaujolais.
When he'd quite had his fill,
He whipped out a drill,
With the cast of the show Cabaret.

The mayor of the seaport Marseille
Used to smear on his knees crème brulet.
All was perfect until
He poured ink on his quill,
And complained he'd been oft led astray.

A dude who presented Today
Used to smear on his knees crème brulet.
With remarkable skill,
He refuted free will,
Then dashed off for a romp in the hay.

A priest, quite reluctant to pray
Loved to wear his great aunt's negligee.
Feeling over the hill,
He decamped to Brazil,
Then dashed off for a romp in the hay.

The owner of old Manderlay
Put collections of books on display.
Feeling over the hill,
He renamed himself Phil,
With the cast of the show Cabaret.

That footballing man John O'Shea
Feared radioactive decay.
With remarkable skill,
He refuted free will,
And stole items of louche lingerie.

The owner of old Manderlay
Had a tendency often to bray.
As he swallowed a pill,
He performed a quadrille,
With a photo of dear Gorden Kaye.

A hero with feet made of clay
Put collections of books on display.
As his voice became shrill,
He decamped to Brazil,
As he often did - twice, yesterday!

A guy with a swish soubriquet
Used to smear on his knees crème brulet.
At the top of the hill,
He decamped to Brazil,
Then dashed off for a romp in the hay.

The owner of old Manderlay
Lost his balance and started to sway.
With exceptional skill,
He became really ill,
With some rats that he needed to spay.

A dude with a swish soubriquet
Liked to sit on the dock of the bay.
When he'd quite had his fill,
He became really ill,
And complained he'd been oft led astray.

A hero with feet made of clay
Loved to wear his great aunt's negligee.
As his voice became shrill,
He renamed himself Phil,
Then dashed off for a romp in the hay.

A temp with a great resume
Lost his balance and started to sway.
At the top of the hill,
He moved in for the kill,
With an alphanumeric display.

A bloke who presented Today
Had a tendency often to bray.
Feeling over the hill,
He decamped to Brazil,
With a photo of dear Gorden Kaye.

A friend of dear George Galloway
Had a tendency often to bray.
As he swallowed a pill,
He renamed himself Phil,
With a photo of dear Gorden Kaye.

My uncle, the boss of Bombay
Had a tendency often to bray.
On a tour of Seville,
He decamped to Brazil,
And impeached that old man Pinochet.

A hero with feet made of clay
Feared radioactive decay.
At the top of the hill,
He refuted free will,
As he often did - twice, yesterday!

A temp with a great resume
Necked a bottle of new beaujolais.
Feeling over the hill,
He performed a quadrille,
With an alphanumeric display.

A temp with a great resume
Put collections of books on display.
Taking food from the grill,
He refuted free will,
And impeached that old man Pinochet.

A hero with feet made of clay
Feared radioactive decay.
With miraculous skill,
He attacked a windmill,
With a photo of dear Gorden Kaye.

A hero with feet made of clay
Had a tendency often to bray.
When he'd quite had his fill,
He renamed himself Phil,
As he often did - twice, yesterday!

The mayor of the seaport Marseille
Feared radioactive decay.
At the top of the hill,
He refuted free will,
With a photo of dear Gorden Kaye.

A bloke who presented Today
Necked a bottle of new beaujolais.
All was perfect until
He poured ink on his quill,
As he often did - twice, yesterday!

A hero with feet made of clay
Necked a bottle of new beaujolais.
On a tour of Seville,
He renamed himself Phil,
With the cast of the show Cabaret.

That footballing man John O'Shea
Loved to wear his great aunt's negligee.
All was perfect until
He refuted free will,
And stole items of louche lingerie.

A priest, quite reluctant to pray
Loved to wear his great aunt's negligee.
In search of a thrill
He insulted poor Jill,
With an alphanumeric display.

My stepdad, the boss of Bombay
Feared radioactive decay.
Feeling over the hill,
He refuted free will,
As he often did - twice, yesterday!