The Enid Blyton Society

When Fatty fell off a haystack
He had bruises all down his back,
They were all shapes and sizes
And could have won prizes,
Like his boasts of which there was no lack.

Time for another limerick anyone?

The school Dame Slap ran was a riot,

The school Dame Slap ran was a riot,
For sure things were just never quiet,

The school Dame Slap ran was a riot,
For sure things were just never quiet,
There were howls, there were tears,

The school Dame Slap ran was a riot,
For sure things were just never quiet,
There were howls, there were tears,
And many slapped rears,

The school Dame Slap ran was a riot,
For sure things were just never quiet,
There were howls, there were tears,
And many slapped rears,
And the food was the most appalling diet.

Good one!

Let's start a new one with an easy first line:

There was a young girl called Rose,

There was a young girl called Rose,
Who chose many places to pose...

There was a young girl called Rose,
Who chose many places to pose...
She stood on the sand,

There was a young girl called Rose,
Who chose many places to pose...
She stood on the sand,
Just waving her hand,

There was a young girl called Rose,
Who chose many places to pose...
She stood on the sand,
Just waving her hand,
And hung from the cliffs by her toes.

Great last line, Anita.

Yes,very good!

When I bought a used Five from the 'bay,

When I bought a used Five from the 'bay,
My jaw dropped...oh dear, what could I say?