Bar the Bull
At the Start
System's are down in work. Rather than do something productive, I had a go at a few limericks. Hope they amuse and don't offend:
There was once a poster called Paul,
"Lord Sam will win" he'd call.
Let's wait two fences; tick tock
In the Gold Cup no shock,
To see the poor nag unseat or a fall.
There was once a forumite called Ardross,
A lawyer but a silly one because,
He'll need a Blue Nun booster,
After the defeat of the rooster,
To realise he's been talking pure dross.
There once was a ratings expert called Mo,
I think he is Rob Redford's bro.
I thought he was a dope,
Until he said he'd lost hope
In the Rooster; who's too old and slow.
There once was a Lord, name of Brian,
"Lord Noelie for the National" we were cryin',
If Noelie heads for the race,
He sure won't lose face,
But Lord H's liver will surely be dyin'.
There once was a chaser called Swirly,
His antics made some on here surly,
I'd love to be tough,
But he sure knows his stuff,
He's a good man deep down, ain't he surely?
There once was a gal, Auntie K,
A fantastic lady, we all say.
She stays up late at night,
To post many an insight,
I sure hope I meet her some day.
There once was a man called Steve Miller,
He gave us Shamardal, a wallet filler!
He may have needed a soother,
After the eclipse of Baracouda,
By Rule Supreme in a Chelt'nam thriller.
There was a Cork man named Gearoid,
He likes a taunt and a goad,
But when on form he's a gas man,
Who has a cunning plan,
To make sure the ex-schoolgirl is rode.
There was a Spaniard, Suny Bay,
"Moscow Flyer is rubbish," he'd say.
I must say my smile was wry,
When he ate humble pie,
But his tips are often best posts of the day.
An Capall is the undoubted forum wag,
He loves to joke and to slag,
But he was the shrewd bloke,
Who tipped up Mullins' yoke
With his PM tips, money's in the bag.
Another forum shrewdie, a man called Garney,
He and Tel have had many's a barney,
I must say I got a fright,
On his excellent site,
To see how much he knows; that's no Blarney!
Another top regular is our friend Terry,
A good winner sure makes him be merry,
He loves a trainer called Pipe,
And thinks us lefties talk tripe,
Of his puns we all need to be wary.
There was once a poster called Paul,
"Lord Sam will win" he'd call.
Let's wait two fences; tick tock
In the Gold Cup no shock,
To see the poor nag unseat or a fall.
There was once a forumite called Ardross,
A lawyer but a silly one because,
He'll need a Blue Nun booster,
After the defeat of the rooster,
To realise he's been talking pure dross.
There once was a ratings expert called Mo,
I think he is Rob Redford's bro.
I thought he was a dope,
Until he said he'd lost hope
In the Rooster; who's too old and slow.
There once was a Lord, name of Brian,
"Lord Noelie for the National" we were cryin',
If Noelie heads for the race,
He sure won't lose face,
But Lord H's liver will surely be dyin'.
There once was a chaser called Swirly,
His antics made some on here surly,
I'd love to be tough,
But he sure knows his stuff,
He's a good man deep down, ain't he surely?
There once was a gal, Auntie K,
A fantastic lady, we all say.
She stays up late at night,
To post many an insight,
I sure hope I meet her some day.
There once was a man called Steve Miller,
He gave us Shamardal, a wallet filler!
He may have needed a soother,
After the eclipse of Baracouda,
By Rule Supreme in a Chelt'nam thriller.
There was a Cork man named Gearoid,
He likes a taunt and a goad,
But when on form he's a gas man,
Who has a cunning plan,
To make sure the ex-schoolgirl is rode.
There was a Spaniard, Suny Bay,
"Moscow Flyer is rubbish," he'd say.
I must say my smile was wry,
When he ate humble pie,
But his tips are often best posts of the day.
An Capall is the undoubted forum wag,
He loves to joke and to slag,
But he was the shrewd bloke,
Who tipped up Mullins' yoke
With his PM tips, money's in the bag.
Another forum shrewdie, a man called Garney,
He and Tel have had many's a barney,
I must say I got a fright,
On his excellent site,
To see how much he knows; that's no Blarney!
Another top regular is our friend Terry,
A good winner sure makes him be merry,
He loves a trainer called Pipe,
And thinks us lefties talk tripe,
Of his puns we all need to be wary.
