Limericks
When listening to Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake,
I felt a sudden urge for pasta bake,
My stomach rumbling,
My belly bumbling,
But then I wanted the fish hake.
By Micah
Environmentally we're all now astute,
To the plight of marine life so cute,
Straws have been banned,
For they litter the sand,
So now I suck wine through my flute.
By Becca
There once was a flautist named Hayley,
She always practised daily,
Until she came to harm,
By breaking her arm,
While dancing at the Suzuki School Ceilidh!
By Immi
To this parent the flute is inscrutable,
It's rules arcane and immutable,
I puff, prod and pound,
But I can't make a sound,
While the kids find it perfectly tootable.
By Becca
I felt a sudden urge for pasta bake,
My stomach rumbling,
My belly bumbling,
But then I wanted the fish hake.
By Micah
Environmentally we're all now astute,
To the plight of marine life so cute,
Straws have been banned,
For they litter the sand,
So now I suck wine through my flute.
By Becca
There once was a flautist named Hayley,
She always practised daily,
Until she came to harm,
By breaking her arm,
While dancing at the Suzuki School Ceilidh!
By Immi
To this parent the flute is inscrutable,
It's rules arcane and immutable,
I puff, prod and pound,
But I can't make a sound,
While the kids find it perfectly tootable.
By Becca
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