The first is about the four badminton ladies doubles pairs who got kicked out of the Olympics for deliberately losing. I can imagine nothing worse than paying good money to see top sports professionals and then being put through the ordeal of such a spectacle:
At badminton, playing to lose,
some ladies got slow claps and boos.
Then after their bout,
they were all booted out
coz gamesmanship fails to amuse.
The second limerick is about the previously much maligned Andy Murray. His loss in the Wimbledon maen's singles final, where he became tearful and undeniably human, helped banish his dour Scot image; and when he won Olympic gold against Roger Federa, even his mum, Judy managed a smile:
Though Fed holds the number one spot,
Young Murray ain’t worried a jot.
With a masterful class
of playing on grass,
it’s vict’ry to Andy - Great Scott!
The third limerick - and I must warn you that you'll need a strong stomach for this one - concerns Michael Phelp's admission that he wees in the swimming pool. Yuck! Nothing more to add, except...:
The toilet might be a short jog
from the pool, but when needing the bog
Michael Phelps likes to pee
in lanes one, two and three,
whilst lane four is for laying a log.
Well, that's about it for now. More news on The Weaver's Second Tale next week - honestly (unless I get a few more Olympic limericks together before the closing ceremony!).
Below are links to my two Global Short Story Competition winners, my short-listed story for the National newspaper, Abu Dhabi, and my Canterbury Tale published by Coscom Entertainment: