A is for A Crazymad Man,
The Crazymad Writer in little Ireland,
Dreaming up stories; in splendid retreat,
Tales to delight, intrigue and repeat.
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A is for A Crazymad Man,
The Crazymad Writer in little Ireland,
Dreaming up stories; in splendid retreat,
Tales to delight, intrigue and repeat.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 15, 2014 in children's stories, Stories for children, The Crazymad Writer
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 12, 2014 in Roald Dahl
Tags: roald dahl day
There once was a country called Twerp,
That did all it could to usurp,
Other countries and states,
But all it created was hate,
What a silly old country is Twerp.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 11, 2014 in funny story, Limerick, news, poems
There once was a country called Pong,
That thought it could do nothing wrong,
It spent all its days,
Making others afraid,
Phew, what a terrible PONG!
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 11, 2014 in funny story, humor, humour, Limerick
There was a country called Zong,
That thought it could never be wrong.
Despite all it tried, propaganda and lies,
It couldn’t be anything but wrong.
Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 10, 2014 in Limerick, news
There once was a country called Big,
That cared not for anyone; not a fig,
It spent all its days,
Making other countries afraid,
Big, the country; what a frig.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 10, 2014 in funny story, humor, humour, Limerick
There once was a country called Zie,
That knew only how to lie,
It lied all the way,
To the end of its days,
Now it’s gone to heaven on high.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 10, 2014 in funny story, humor, humour, Limerick
There once was a country called Maul,
That wanted to keep and have it all,
They thought it was fun,
Keeping other countries down,
That fool of a country called Maul.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 10, 2014 in Limerick, poems, politics
Oh, dear what can the matter be?
Crazymad Writer got stuck in the lavatory,
He was there from Sunday to Saturday,
Nobody knew he was there.
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The first bad day was ever so grim,
Sat there; it was incredibly dim,
Away from the light ‘tween bowl and the rim
And nobody knew he was there
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The third bad day was really no better,
Stuck inside, looking for paper,
All he could find was a bricklayer’s scraper,
And nobody knew he was there.
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The fourth bad day was a terrible mess,
Stuck in that place, amidst smell and cess,
Then he slipped on the floor and hurt – you can guess,
And nobody knew he was there.
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CONTD
Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 4, 2014 in funny story, poems, Song
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on September 2, 2014 in Austin Princess








