Cliff Richard Limericks! And other fun poetry
By MoveIt mailing list members
There was a young boy born in India
He became a great singer, I'm not kiddin' ya,
He wears black leather pants,
And, wow! Watch him dance,
If you're female, you'll get needles and pins-a.
There once was a UPS,
Who undoubtedly a phenomenal success
He tried and he strived
To get the critics onto his side
But those dimwits couldn't care less.
There once was a man named Cliff
Who always kept his upper lip stiff
Made it big on the charts
And won lots of hearts
And his singing is really quite spiff
There once was a Rock'n'Roll Juvenile
Who Wanted a Real Stronger style
So with a Silver Green-Lit suit
He was Dressed for the Occasion to boot
And Now You See Him Always Guaranteed a smile
They used to call him a balladeer
But that was way back in the 60(s)
His music has survived
In this age of changing style
And his new songs sound all the better
His life has been full of blessings
Cos he gives to charity with so much loving
And he lives up his role
To that of a selfless soul
That he could well answer his Creator.
He sings so fine
He's just devine
He's a superstar
Who sings 'What Car'
Oh,how I wish he was mine.
So neat and so snug in his leather
Put that voice and those looks both together
A look or a sigh
And I'm weak, my oh my
Cliff's part of my life just forever
His voice is so loving and tender
That wiggle I'll always remember
When those hands,then a finger
On the microphone linger
There's fireworks long past November
There once was a woman called Cilla
Who always knew Cliff would thrill 'er
One day she looked in his eyes
And said "Surprise surprise
I'm taking you back to my villa"
There once was a man whose name is Clifford
Whose look has driven most women to madness
One day he walks down the aisle
with a woman who'll become her bride
Who could guess the one is Cilla.
Deception is said,
the way it is read,
Sad but true,
that folks like you,
tend to tread,
where the enemy would dread
Now Cilla was useful,
for friends are too,
when they can act as 'decoy'
to 'offset' You!
Not a limerick, but still quite fun...
POEM TO OUR UPS
A sudden hush fills the Albert Hall
And excitement mounts for one and all.
Lights are dimmed, squeals of delight
As we wait to see our dashing knight.
Our stomachs flip in expectation,
We're full of love and adoration.
The band starts up, we shout and cheer
As on the stage he does appear!
He's dark and handsome, slim and fit,
And sexy too, we all admit.
He's dressed up purely to excite,
In jacket gold and jeans so tight.
Rock songs, ballads that we love,
His voice a gift from God above.
He thrusts his hips and gives a wiggle,
We ladies scream and start to giggle.
The songs cause such a mixed emotion,
Smiles and tears, and deep devotion.
This is our King of Rock and Roll,
Who's stolen every heart and soul.
Cliff you really are the best,
The one and only U.P.S!!
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Baudy Cliff Limericks!They're hidden for those with delicate sensibilities to this kind of thing. If you know the secret, you can view them...
There once was a singer named Cliff
In leather trousers, he's looking quite spiff
But when he built up some steam
He made the ladies all scream
They could see that his member was quite stiff
There's definitely a man called Cliffy,
Who occasionally gets a big stiffy,
As rumour has it we know,
He's VERY big down below,
Which makes us girls go all drippy !!!
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