There was an old lady from Hull
Who waved her red pants at a bull
She did it for kicks –
She was wetting her knick’s –
But the beast found it terribly dull.
I do love a limerick. Maybe I should use them more…
There was a young girl from Penzance
Who found she had ants in her pants.
Her humour quite faded
When the damn things invaded
And it certainly altered her stance.
Or maybe I shouldn’t…