There was a young lady from York
who thought babies came with the stork
She went out with Sid
who said that they did
but proved otherwise on a walk
There was a young lady from York
who thought babies came with the stork
She went out with Sid
who said that they did
but proved otherwise on a walk
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She should have used protection.
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Now we’ll ‘ave no more of that carry on ‘ere in Yorkshire thank you very much 😉
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I think that Sid was showing her the Pennine Way!
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‘Appen.
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Ruh roh Shaggy ! (throw back to Scooby Doo, his little phrase is really quite useable!)
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Perhaps “stork” was Sid’s unfortunate nickname for his private bits and he was being completely honest? 🤣
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So you know Sid too?
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🤣
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Put me in mind of that wonderful song by Max Miller, I fell in love with Mary from the dairy! If you are not familiar with it I can highly recommend you look it up.
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I was, but I did view it again. A Cheekie Chappie par excellence!
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Love this loads!
Anna :o]
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Oh my!
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Quite a surprise! 🙂
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A limerick to make my late grandfather smile. Well done.
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Smiles are good, smiles are great
for the living, and the late!
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Babies don’t come via the stork??? 😮
HA! Way to go, Sid! 😀
Love this limerick, Peter! 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Yes, I was surprised too!
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Woohoo 🙂
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Terrific!
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Amusing and I once lived in York but….
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