Treasure Island

Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Another limerick about the limerick master himself. JB


There once was a man called John brown
Whose limericks painted our town
He's on 83
Soon a century will be
And they serve to turn frowns upside down!

Submitted: Saturday, December 01, 2012

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I have the bubbly on ice, waiting for your Hundredth! For limerick to make you chuckle and lighten your day, go see John Brown !

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  • Thomas A Robinson (12/2/2012 6:19:00 PM)

    quite nice to suffice
    bubbly on ice
    but where did JB slip away
    speech impedimate has twisted g'day
    to a pointed chest therapist right away (Report) Reply

  • Jahan Zeb (12/2/2012 4:07:00 AM)

    Hahahahaha. You are something Stevie. Trying on everything. I wish you help me.
    Very nice (Report) Reply

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