In Bridport a story was told How lead could be turned into gold. By some silly quirk It just didn't work - And they said that the cauldron was cold. (SS)
In Bridport a story was told Of a chap who donned a blindfold. He climbed up some steps Not wearing his specs And found himself on the scaffold. (SS)
In Bridport a story was told Of a lady so terribly old. She remembers the war, And what went before, But yesterday, her memory's gone cold. (RS)
In Bridport market a story was told How a stallholder was left in the cold Me darlin's fiver the lot' Holey briefs plus old chamber pot 'My ex's! In a slot under pot is a lot. SOLD.' (LM)
In Bridport Hospital a story was told How at midnight going home tired and cold Nurse found a pot of gold Too heavy to hold, couldn't fold A note: '1% is not enough be bold.' (LM)
n Bridport a story is told Of a pirate both reckless and bold. On leaving the sea He became an MP, And in dubious money he rolled! (AF)
In Bridport a story is told Of some sheep who took over their fold. They chased people away, And are there to this day, Although they're improbably old! (AF)
In Bridport a story was told When a sheep escaped from its fold. It wandered away - For a year and a day - Found at last in Stow-on-the-Wold. (AR)
In Bridport a story was told Which might turn your blood very cold. A ghost in a ballgown Seen dancing around town While her head - on the road - simply rolled. (AR)
The suggested first line for next week is: 'There was an old person from Swyre.' As ever, it's just a suggestion, so please do adapt these words or use your own first line if you prefer. Occasional contributors are always welcome and, while we have regular contributors, no-one has to commit to contributing a limerick every week.
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