I’ve been thinking again about limericks. That’s because I want to enter The Writers’ Bureau free competition about the Diamond Jubilee. So far I’ve written three new limericks about the Queen, one of which is too rude to write here. Suffice it to say it refers to the Queen as REGINA. These two don’t quite fit the bill but I quite like them anyway.
The Queen has a secret delight,
She cuddles her corgis at night.
When they’re starting to snore
She screams, ‘Oh what a bore
I wish you could be more polite.’
The Queen’s at a rave in the town,
She jiggles and jives up and down.
Joins a row of high kickers,
Then strips to her knickers,
While holding on tight to her crown.