a.f.g. Rogues Gallery - sponsored by Bloodnok Enterprises

(sponsored by Bloodnok & Thynne Enterprises)
Exhibition ends....... 31st February
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Limericks - as they is wrote for ragged Goons - authors by colour:
Ærchie | Roger | Bill Taylor | MAd dAN | Dave Simpson
Listed as they are received

Her Goonatic Magnificense Princess Ophelia, She of the 'Nickie 'lastic of Mass Destruction The wondrous Princess Ophelia Once said, "I know what'll healya. Lie here on the floor I'll sneak out the door And Nemo'll come here and feelya." A beauty from Kingston near th'Umber went tae Scotland dancin' the rumba. In a black corset tight, for sore eyes was a sight, A sexy and dominant number.	Her Goonatic Magnificense Princess Jude 'Nickie 'lastic sniper - long distances only... While chatting up beautiful Jude Suggesting we do something rude Her husband walked in Which started a din And ended with me being sued! Judith, a lady from Michigan said I paint things often as I can with computer akimbo she proved she's no bimbo and drew beauteous things in Arbor, Ann.
Eccles' intellectual brother The THWAPP* practice target* There was a young man name of Rob Who had an unusual job With cardboard utensils He would eat beans and lentils And occasionally corn on the cob There once was a man from near Hull who's foes he needed to cull one throw of the dice they went down in a trice and he claimed "I really ain't dull!"	MAd dAN "My name is..." There lives in north Kent a Goon fan Who goes by the name of Mad Dan His real name you sae Is Florence Emily In honour of his dear old gran
Ærchie Is he Bloodnok in disguise?? There was an old Aussie called Ærchie Who ate poppy bulbs in Karachi The blue ones he said Were quite nice but the red Were really exceedingly starchy	nemo clean-shaven under the beard! And now just a word for our Nemo, Decrepitly old - no problemo! Just get him a lass With a heavenly ass And his eyes will be shortly agleam-oh! A lad from near the east end was stiff, he just couldn't bend He was also a vegan But he was not maudlin for posts to usenet he'd send
Martin My name is Headstone, Gravely Headstone... There was a goon fan called Martin Who had a 5 inch hair partin ' My god I'm all bald I'm really appalled I feel a comb-over startin'. A fine young fellow named Martin Took his young lady a cartin' They went to the dell Where she complained of the smell But t'was not the horse which was ...	Bruce A man who knows where his bunny is... A bunny tamperer named Bruce Who's morals were scrappy and loose Had a great deal of fun With his favourite bun "I like scut not scat for a goose."
Bill Taylor Man of ascii A fine ASCII artist called Bill Would do anything for a thrill Last week in a lake He met piranhas and snake Tomorrow they're reading his will	Roger the Saurus Man of Trees (and other things!) A home-counties boy named Roger Had earned the soubriquet 'Dodger' He cared for the trees The birds and the bees See, he's an environment codger
David Simpson KOGVOS??? There was an old Aussie called Dave Who hired himself a sex slave After all her exertions To fulfil his perversions Now she puts flowers on his grave A shady old coot named Dave Who really needed to shave The passengers made a fuss Over his handling of the bus And his habit of wanting to rave	Paul and no.1 son! Is Paul Eccles, or Neddie??? You decide! There was a young man name of Paul Whose sex life was no good at all His problem was similar To that of Herr Himmler Like Hitler he's only one wife
magnet Man of iron, he's covered in it! A flexible man called Magnet Tried to elude the dragnet. By hanging like steel Or was it by feel From the base of the big 'lectromagnet. A lad who called himself Magnet Found a bird who we'll call Signet The fridge doors of wood Attracted no good 'cause the bird flew away like a cygnet.	Pope Pie (Sy Lehrman) "He's fallen in da water!" Pope Pie who we will call Sy Was determined to not tell a lie, But his fantasy leer - Man and a big beer Left Popie feeling quite sly.

Sprog Gallery

And they call us weird...?
magnets's sprog.

kris
MAd dAN's lickle sprog...
(dat £5 you owe me now, MAd dAN!)

There once was a fan of the Goons
Who played guitar with some loons
Nirvana or Greenday
Zeppelin but not Hearsay
They played up a storm - typhoons!

Rachel
Roger's sprog, requested by her pater, on threat of a sponning...!
(keep Grytpype-Thynne and Moriarty away....!)

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