A shocking young punster from Enfield
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j4At some point during the mildly-hungover post-fryup party-recovery session on Sunday morning, a new game was invented (or perhaps I should say perpetrated) by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hairyears and aardvark179 (I can't remember precisely where to lay the blame, which is probably for the best), ably aided and abetted by covertmusic, fivemack, taimatsu, addedentry and me. What is this new jeu du jour?
Oxbridge limericks.
It's not an aimless or endless meme: unusually, it's a meme with a publishable goal. The aim is to come up with limericks for each of the Oxford and Cambridge colleges. Most of the examples so far have been scurrilous in the extreme; I offer this most recent contribution phoned in (well, txted in) byhairyears as an exemplar:
The ultimate aim is to create two full sets of limericks for each university's colleges: one 'clean' (if you could tell it to your mum -- no, not Your Mum -- then it's probably fine) and one, er, not (see e.g. above). We'll collect the best ones (all entries will be subjected to rigorous peer-review through the media of LJ polls and shouting) and hopefully put them together into something on paper that people can keep (think of this as the Viz to Pocketful of Lies' LRB).
For the time being, just post your limericks as comments here or in your own journal with the tag 'oxbridgelimericks'; in time I may be able to find a better home for them, but I don't want to delay the fun because of boring information management issues. Examples have already been sighted in the wild; it's possible that we may be seeing the start of a limerick pandemic (popularly known as 'rhyme flu').
Go forth and versify!
hairyears and aardvark179 (I can't remember precisely where to lay the blame, which is probably for the best), ably aided and abetted by covertmusic, fivemack, taimatsu, addedentry and me. What is this new jeu du jour?Oxbridge limericks.
It's not an aimless or endless meme: unusually, it's a meme with a publishable goal. The aim is to come up with limericks for each of the Oxford and Cambridge colleges. Most of the examples so far have been scurrilous in the extreme; I offer this most recent contribution phoned in (well, txted in) by
hairyears as an exemplar: The delicate dons of St Hilda'sThe only rule over and above those dictated by the form is that the limerick must use the name of the college as the primary rhyme (commonly used shortened forms are acceptable, e.g. "Catz" for St Catherine's).
Were shocked by the bill from the builda's
They charged for the water,
The bricks and the mortar,
And labour, replacing the dilda's.
The ultimate aim is to create two full sets of limericks for each university's colleges: one 'clean' (if you could tell it to your mum -- no, not Your Mum -- then it's probably fine) and one, er, not (see e.g. above). We'll collect the best ones (all entries will be subjected to rigorous peer-review through the media of LJ polls and shouting) and hopefully put them together into something on paper that people can keep (think of this as the Viz to Pocketful of Lies' LRB).
For the time being, just post your limericks as comments here or in your own journal with the tag 'oxbridgelimericks'; in time I may be able to find a better home for them, but I don't want to delay the fun because of boring information management issues. Examples have already been sighted in the wild; it's possible that we may be seeing the start of a limerick pandemic (popularly known as 'rhyme flu').
Go forth and versify!
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Not filthed out... Ohhh no.
Date: 2009-05-11 10:25 pm (UTC)She bit off her paramour's glans
Before they restrained her
She ate the remainder
And now the poor fellow is trans
Nobody is going to publish this filth.
Re: Not filthed out... Ohhh no.
Date: 2009-05-12 07:30 am (UTC)Better late than never... Sometimed
Date: 2015-12-12 11:54 am (UTC)A sweet little girl from St. Annes's
She bit off her paramour's glans;
Before he restrained her
She ate the remainder,
And cancelled his marital plans.
Or maybe the last line should be;
His bollocks, his feet, and his hands.
Because, you know, not enough cannibal depravity.
...And I have no idea why it crossed my filthy little mind do do this, six and a half years later. Did I really write all this? Did I ever have a mind so filthy as to misconceive *that* rhyme for Somerville?