Limericks

What do you do when your speaker doesn’t turn up?

Write poems of course!

Unfortunately, at our July meeting, the booked speaker didn’t arrive so thanks to some quick thinking and a suggestion by Dot (member and ex-Chair!) the 60+ members present were asked to write a limerick on the theme of Looe, u3a or the lack of Speaker. The results were funny, very creative and here for you to read.

There was a young man from WaterAid
Who unfortunately became delayed
We waited in vain
But Barry never came
So an attempt at a limerick we made

There once was a u3a in Looe,
When the speaker didn't arrive they didn't know what to do.
We were given some paper,
To write about it and later,
When the stories were collected, 
It was as expected,
They didn't know what to say.

A WaterAid man in a canoe,
Was on a journey to Looe.
There was a big flood,
With a lot of mud.
So he didn't know what to do!

Our speaker today got lost on the way
We waited so long here at u3a.
Where can he be? Oh dear, Oh dear!
Let's hope he hasn't fallen off Banjo Pier.
Another thought came into our head
He still could be lying in his bed!

There was a man from WaterAid,
Arrangement with u3a he made.
He set out on time
But all was not fine
So no talk was had, I'm afraid.

There once was a fisherman from Looe,
O'er his head a seagull flew.
It squawked so loud
It left a cloud.
Ad crowned him with a poo!

There were four ladies in Looe,
Who sat enjoying the view.
The fog it came in
So they went to an Inn.
And happily downed quite a few!

There's a u3a at Looe
Who couldn't think of what to do.
The speaker left us in the lurch
Did he come and turn around by the church?
Or has he gone down with the flu?

There once was a man from WaterAid
Who thought u3a were the fire brigade.
He set out for Looe
But got in a stew
Oh dear! What a mistake he made.

Our speaker on World WaterAid
He didn't turn up I'm afraid.
So Alison true,
Told us what to do
And we all then a limerick made!

Today at u3a
The Speaker lost his way.
It should have been Water,
And now we must alter
The interesting chat for today.

There was a young woman from Looe,
Who often had nothing to do.
She walked down to the beach,
In order to teach
Baby seagulls to swim in deep blue.

There was a young lady from Looe,
Who, quite frankly, didn't know what to do.
So she joined u3a
But didn't want to pay.
Instead of stumping up the cash,
She came out in a rash!

When the speaker for u3a Looe,
Decided to go on the 'booze'.
Our brains were sorely tested
When a limerick was suggested
'Cos we normally rely on a snooze!

There was a young woman from Looe
Who couldn't think what to do.
So a friend called along
And suggested a song
That she was unlikely to rue.

There was a young man from East  Looe,
Who fell in love with a girl from Portlooe.
As you can imagine,
With the local crew
There was a tremendous hullabaloo!

The Looe u3a is a wonderful group,
You can swim, dance etc on a loop-the-loop.
But you take your chances
If you go to the dances
As to whether you end up with whoever you fancied.

There was a speaker called Barrie,
We thought he had u3a in his diary.
But he didn't appear,
Oh no! we fear,
Perhaps he got lost between here and Missouri.

There was a u3a of Looe,
Oh how she wished she was 22!
Memories of her youth
with now forgotten story of truth.
She hid for years
Mostly through tears and fears.
That story of old
Might one day be told.