Meant purely for entertainment and not to ridicule any person, place or object. If there are any resemblances to persons past or present, or to incidents and places, they are purely coincidental.
There was an Anglo called Joe Who sang till his throat was sore, So he bit a flaming match And sent it down the hatch, Now his throat is sore no more.
His mouth turned gritty whenever he composed a ditty for his Anglo girl in Cal, who his friends called Sal and said she was far from pretty.
Cal is covered with grime which is a result of the Clime, so whenever Sam starts to mope he uses a bucket of soap to clean up the slime.
There was Mike from Angloland who filled a bucket with sand, then he sent out a tune a little too soon now he has his own brass band.
It was destiny and Fate the Anglos had their own State, the Chief Minister carried a bag and married an old hag now they rule from the State gate.
Boy!Boy! roti lao Chicken curry and pulao, Bring out the silver spoon From my Aunty June And let us put down the chow.
Let us have a talk as I use the spoon and fork "I want to eat some vindaloo prawn curry and tampradu," as we talk the talk, while we walk the walk.
There was an Anglo painter called Jude who was so awfully rude but when he went abroad he found a happy God now he only paints in the nude.
There was an Anglo mechanic named Peter who rode on an electric heater but when he immigrated to Spain he lived only on sugarcane and married a cotton beater.
There was an Anglo girl down the lane everyone around called her naughty Jane but, it wasn't long before the people ran up the Church steeple as she drove the locality insane.
I have studied limericks for many years and I can honestly say these are absolutely amongst the worst I have ever read. The purist will argue that they aren\'t even limericks at all. They are true nonsense verses; unfortunately in the literal sense: they are nonsense. They aren\'t even funny.
