The original idea for this ditty came from the work of Roland at Roland’s Ragbag who recently wrote a far more accomplished and clever piece entitled ‘Firkydoodling’. I have effectively just copied Roland’s concept and written a similar piece in limerick form. I would urge you to visit this proper poem and a wealth of travel posts, humour, serious poetry and interesting facts and information at FIRKYDOODLING.
A warning to young lads
Seduction is indeed a most difficult art,
so boys a warning to you I’ll impart
though her light’s at green
don’t assume she’s keen
or you’ll blow it right from the start
You see known local as Jenny ‘the bust’
she fired all the young lads with lust
so when the bus was missed
and we suddenly kissed
my trousers were about to combust!
I was certain that she was the one,
it wasn’t just a little bit of fun
so as I stood in the rain
having kissed her again
I thought true love had begun.
In the bus-shelter our fire reached a peak
and my love-life no longer seemed bleak
but when I let my hand slide
to caress her backside
I felt a jaw-breaking slap on my cheek.
She said ‘Good God tha’s a neck o’ brass,
puttin them ‘ands on mi ass!’
I then stuttered ‘ya moaned’
but she sighed and groaned
saying ‘so tha thought I wer that kind o’ lass!’
Brass Neck – To have a brass neck is to have the cheek, the audacity, the nerve to do something.