A selection of today's emails:
There was a man from Accrington Stanley,
To which all the girls took a fancy,
His appearance was striking,
While cross-country cycling,
The perfect embodiment of manly.
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Though Dave Milledge amended it
There was a lad from ‘crington Stanley
Whose hero was the Gordon Manley,
His research in the sun
He considered quite fun
And his Spanish progressed just grandley
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And because that was so rubbish:
There was a work-obsessed student called Milledge,
The only gay in the village,
He loved all geography
Except for his Ph.D.
He’s still working on the ti-tle page
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Gareth voiced his disapproval at our rhymes
There were two boys quite lyrical
And they liked their geography physical
They exchanged the odd ditty
But the poems were sh!tty
And their twisting of words was abysmical
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And then there was James Bridges:
There was a man from Accrington Stanley,
Who did not understand plagiarism, quite sadly,
But whilst this all seems rather forlorn,
his cycling meant his thigh muscle was torn;
it was all to no avail as climate change was taking place,
and there were floods on the track of the cycle race.
followed by
Ah, we need to get this back to five sentences quick,
Otherwise the format is not quite as slick,
So whilst this innovation may be progressive,
It can also be detrimental to the rhythm suggested,
Moreover, it might also get on ones wick.
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We need to speak to James about Limericks. And maybe Tasha could do with some help
There were a collection of rhymes so shocking
That they really required some mocking
However, to avoid doing some work
As after cycling my muscles so hurt
I came up with a line that also needed a little scoffing
Today is also Kite Flying Day. I'm afraid, despite the windy weather of late, it simply isn't windy enough for kites today. Top excuse.
