Book/T-shirt contest
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: COMPETITION WINNERS ANNOUNCED (17/05/07)
The winners are… Veronica from Miami and Ayako.
Veronica, you win a signed copy of Guy’s new book, ‘My Bass and Other Animals’, and one of his original ‘Didn’t They Do Well?’ T-shirts, as worn throughout the ‘On An Island’ tour.
Ayako, you also win a signed copy of Guy’s book.
Congratulations to you both.
Please let us know where we should send your prizes by leaving a message in the usual manner, including your full name and address. Needless to say, your details will not be published and are perfectly safe.
Following on from the competition we had back in October to win tickets to see Guy’s critically-acclaimed stand-up show, ‘My Bass and Other Animals’, we now have a pristine copy of his rib-tickling new book – also entitled ‘My Bass and Other Animals’ and available in all good (UK) shops later this month – to give away.
According to his publisher, the book "is a witty and revealing, but heartfelt, memoir of life at the sharp end of the music business," but we think it’s just another chance for Guy to make us all throw our heads back and gawp open-mouthed at wild stories from his days on the road with the likes of Pink Floyd, Roxy Music and so many others.
Not only will you be one of the first to get your hands on a copy of the book, but Pink Floyd’s Comedic Genius will write a personal message inside, just for you. And, as if that’s not enough, he’ll also throw in one of his very own ‘Didn’t They Do Well?’ T-shirts, voted by you to be one of the iconic images of David’s ‘On An Island’ tour.
It’s the real McCoy, as worn on stages across Europe and North America, straight from the man’s back (and, we hope, his washing machine).
To be in with a chance of winning both book and T-shirt, simply send in a simple five-line limerick starting with the line, "There once was a Guy who played bass…"
Limericks – such as this one, from Edward Lear’s 1861 ‘Book of Nonsense’ – have a distinctive beat pattern:
There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, "Does it buzz?"
He replied, "Yes, it does!"
"It’s a regular brute of a Bee!"
It can be silly, sad, or serious, but nothing rude or risqué, please.
One entry allowed per person only.
You have until Wednesday 16 May to send in your best effort.
We’ll announce the winner next Thursday (17 May) and will request your full name and address then, so please don’t include any personal details with your competition entry.
Our thanks to Guy for his kindness and the very best of luck to all.
The chatroom will be open tomorrow between 1PM and 3PM (UK).
Ok…this is just too much fun (this one doesn’t count):
There once was a Guy who played bass,
rattling notes all over the place,
He gave great bottom to Dave,
(which sounds quite depraved!),
Now poor Roger has egg on his face!
By the way, I agree with Peter. Maybe those who use English as a second (or third??) language should get extra points?
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who said he’d meet Pudders (and case)
He came out of door two
Not the right thing to do!
As Pudders was not in that place!
and the hits keep coming…indulge me please fellow Gilmourions (not my entry):
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who one night just felt out of place
He exclaimed, “Oh my Gosh!”
Standing right behind Posh
“I prefer this view to your face!”
ok seeing as guy has already been honoured with tons of limericks about him, i thought i would give it a go for the rest of the band and yourself fet ed.
a bloke round here called fet ed
gets totally out of his head
with posters that mither
he shouts sod this for a fiver
are liverpool playing instead ?
the boss is called david gilmour
he certainly makes the crowds roar
he plays comfortably numb
with notes never bum
his guitar playing is stuff of lore
a saxophonist called parry, dick
he never misses a trick
when in shine on he plays
the crowds in a daze
as a musician he’s far from thick
To be continued…
There once was a Guy who played bass
With big rock stars of various tastes
His first book sold quite well
The publishers could tell
He’s a Guy they will never replace
There once was a guy who played bass
His T shirt was just a disgrace
On tour with Gilmour,
The T shirt he wore
But the Arsenal were not in the race………..
We won it 5 times
We won it 5 times
In Istanbul
We won it 5 times.
It’s only on loan
It’s only on loan
From ancient Greece
We’ll bring it back home.
Once there was a bassist named Guy…
Who thought he’d give the Floyd a try…
After a few sessions,
the lads needed confessions…
Now at his jokes they just sigh…
There once was a Guy who played bass.
On the frets were his fingers, the notes he replaced.
A smack, a patter, a wham!
Night lights his white smile,
didnt they do well my friend?
There once was a Guy who played bass
Grooving all over the place
In London, Paris, Rome, and Toronto
Fingerstyle, pickstyle, slap – loudly; pronto!
Always a smile on his face
(You might want to pronouce “Paris” with the stress on the last syllable. It gives a slightly better rhythm.)
Continued…
from pink floyd there is richard wright
who’s playing is always tight
he sings things as well
just as clear as a bell
as you would think that he might
manzanera el magnifico phil
his guitar playing is full of skill
standing at the bosses side
and looking so lithe
his music will give us a thrill
the drummer di stanislao, steve
has got big muscles up his sleeve
to keep the beat coming
he is always drumming
his drum stool, he never will leave
multi talented carin, jon
can never put a foot wrong
On guitar and the keys
His music will please
A musician ever so strong
just to explain why most of the muscians’ names are back to front, it is the only way i could think of rhymes for them :-)
peace
Linda
[Very good. - Features Editor]
There once was a Guy who played bass,
which he carried around in its case.
A beast made by Fender,
Guy is also a…… gender,
in the States, or at least thats what he says.
:-P
There once was a Guy who played bass,
which he wielded with might like a mace.
With Floyd, Gilmour or Roxy,
and a stance that’s so foxy,
It’s a wonder the ladies don’t chase!
There once was a Guy who played bass,
Who stood out from all human race.
You’d think him from Venus,
He has such a huge Genius…
Or at least I think that’s what girls say…
xx
There once was a Guy who played bass,
Who was overall quite a nutcase,
Although he’s a Pratt,
He’s a nice one at that,
and has a nice smile on his face!
There once was a Guy who played bass
with many a band he took place.
But when along came old Bowie,
his heart went “kapowie”
You should have seen the look on his face!
(it’s a word, I’m sure of it!!!)
~~not my entry…. yet, anyway…~~
There once was a Guy who played bass
He drank liquor by the case
He fell right on stage
While playing with Page,
Then he barfed all over the place!
**non-official entry**
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who jumped up and down in one place
Old Rog was aghast
Having witnessed that
Guy could chew gum playing bass
…what fun!
There once was a Guy who played bass,
and could play at an incredible pace
He was well overjoyed
when Dave, from Pink Floyd
Said it’s Roger you’re going to replace.
There once was a Guy who played bass…
With amazing precision and grace,
His fingers so nimble,
The tunes though not simple,
Were performed with such clarity and pace.
**non-official entry**
This ones for you EchoesBob…
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who often played Echoes of space
Turned to ask Dave
With a nod and a wave
Who let the ‘gulls in this place?
**non-official entry**
(gotta get me one of those rubber stamps, FEd)
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who wore a chagrin on his face
He knew not he was sharin’
A man named Jon Carin
To the man he was hired to replace
**non-official entry** duh!
I’m so impressed with Linda’s largesse, I had to write one for her!
Linda the Green Island lass
Could weave silky rhymes with much class
The words came anew
With each ale that she brew
You’d think she could pull ‘em from her…..
Shoot, I messed up the PC lines…
the notes he produces
the ROCK he INDUCES…
My bad. I still like the first one better.
Alright..since Fed lims somehow sneaked in..
There once was a bloke we call Fed
And oh what a legend in bed
His wife is now a bitchin
For he’s always in his kitchen
Mind on his smoothie
No time for his hoochie
““not my entry, either““
There once was a Guy who played bass,
Who decided to enter the race
He travelled afar
With his precious guitar
While Roger fell right on his face!
another one…. not my entry… yet….LOL
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who had a secret fetish for lace
He had it hidden away
Where he could touch it each day…
And sometimes rub on his face!
I shall give it a whirl;
There once was a Guy who played bass.
Who had such a cherubic face.
A word from Commander Gilmour,
Off they went, on another tour.
Venturing from place to place.
Penny
Oh Fed I can`t leave you out, here is one just for you;
There once was a person named Fed,
Who really did not like what he read,
His work is like toil,
It makes his blood boil,
He said sod you lot I`m off to bed!
Sorry about that could not resist, Hope everyone has a good Friday!
Adrian.
And ONLY if I`m allowed;
There once was a guitarist called Dave(id),
Who`s playing could stir up a rave,
That one who`s called pink,
Might stir up a stink,
But he`ll only play in a cave.
Sorry about this one.
There once were these people called Bloggers,
If they were fans of others no one would bother,
But DG.com,
Went off like a bomb,
And now we are all just like brothers (and sisters)!
Here goes …
There once was a Guy who played bass
On his shoes you’ll find nary a lace.
He thinks that it’s funny
To go reggae on “Money”
Even David can’t keep a straight face!
Oh well, it looks like I left out line#4 which proves that one should not type half asleep ;-)
It should have been:
There was a guy who played bass
When he played, happiness shone upon his face
Proving that even when joking around
Laying down that island sound
He could most definitely keep the pace.
After reading some of the other entries it proves that wide awake isn’t much better. It’s great fun though. Good entries all!
*non-official entry*
There once was a FEd, unkown gender
Who for Christmas was given a blender
A banana, a mango
In a swirling fruit tango
There was hope for a New Year more slender
[Very good. - Features Editor]
I just have to say….I am REALLY enjoying all the posts here. I began jotting down a few names so I could be sure to shout out “Bravo” — but my list grew longer and longer.
Thanks for some great laughs, gang!
Fun blog entry today! Here’s my go at it…
There once was a Guy who played bass
He swung it around like a mace
Crushed his pack of fags
Climbing Scafell crags
So lit his bass mace in their place
There once was a Guy who played bass…
His fingers storm, as if handling lace…
He owns a special t-shirt of everyone’s desire
And a new book that’s bound to be “on fire”
Cheers Guy! Wish you all the best in upcoming days.
Good night all!
There once was a Guy who played bass
Always a big grin on his face
With Floyd he would tour
As well as Gilmour
And Thank God he never wore lace!
Wow this is a lot of fun! Great stuff Fed.
There once was a Guy who played bass,
when struck a chord, he made a face.
“Pratt, ain’t that blubber on your sole?”
“Drat, it ain’t that you know whole,
’tis music in my soul that’s wrapped in lace.”
David and others played the Barbican Theatre, London last night.
Pete – Coventry
[He did and we'll have more on this shortly. Please see Latest News for now. - Features Editor]
there was a band called floyd
and they pretty much reunited again last night!! (for 2 numbers)
i’m in shock
and this doesn’t rhyme, sorry.
Not an entry…
There once was a blog site,
that gave Gilmour fans such delight;
It came to us in 2006,
accompied by great music and wonderful pics;
so, shine on to all and good-nite.
NOT MY ENTRY – ode to that night…..
There once was a guy who played bass
His fingers could go at some pace
He wasn’t annoyed
To play with Pink Floyd
You could tell by the look on his face
There once was a guy who played drums
With David and all of his chums
He’d lay down a beat
With the soles of his feet
And the audience gave upward thumbs
There once was 2 guys who played boards
They were Wright and Carin of course
The effect that they gave
With David on Stage
Was rewarded with rampant applause
There once was a guy on guitar
Who already was quite a star
He stood next to Guy
With a glint in his eye
And his playing was really on par
There once was a guy who took lead
Introductions he just doesn’t need
His vocals were stunning
Guitar work mind numbing
He brought Albert Hall to it’s knees.
There once was a band went on tour
Who luckily I went and saw
The sound was sublime
The effects quite divine
It could only be David Gilmour
thanks mike i am impressed . i will work one out for you by the time of the next chat . i am all rhymed out at the moment !
have a good weekend everyone .
peace
Linda
this is not my real entry of course !
There once was a Guy who played bass
for touring he got quite a taste
with roxy, gilmour and floyd
he couldn’t avoid
playing all over the place
sorry fet ed , thats the last one . i don’t want to flood the place !
Pretty cool, the Syd Barrett tribute described on the main page of davidgilmour.com.
I’d have loved to attend, and not just for the Pink Floyd reunion. So many of those performers were the “aging hippies” I listened to in my youth. I would have liked to hear “Flickering Flame” because I have apparently forgotten it. And in Nick’s book, there is a picture of Joe Boyd taken in 1966 — wonder what the legendary producer looks like now.
I had heard nothing of this concert until it was on the main page, perhaps because I am North American.
Okay, Brits, you get shows like this. Next time David plays in America, don’t complain that he plays too many shows here. You get the one-off, spontaneous shows such as this one.
There once was a Guy who played bass…
In times of punk, he was asked, to his face
Your name? “It’s Guy Pratt”
He was asked, “Is it true, that”?
He said “Yes, and I play bass!”
Wow, you have really started something, FEd. It may be a while before we can stop compulsively composing limericks. I love it.
Well done, everyone! Michele, I like yours a lot!
Becky
There once was a Guy who played Bass,
He joined in and he took Roger’s place,
He’s played with the rest,
and he’s played with the Best (David of course),
a tall order but you passed the test.
Thanks guy.
well thats my effort and i realise its no winner by the other standards/ oh well i will have to pay out for the book
cheers Fed, what a show it must have been
rest in peace Syd Barrett
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who saw every song as a race.
When quavers become
Quintuplets, he’s done
Before the others give chase.
Good Luck to all, There are some great ones so far.
Hope everyone has a great weekend.
And a Happy Birthday to AxPxM88. Hope you had a great day yesterday.
clarice
There once was a Guy who played bass,
whose shows had people falling all over the place,
he’s played with the best,
never standing still to take rest,
and if i recieve a signed book, i’ll be smilling all over my face!
Best wishes with the book and tour Guy.
There once was a Guy who played bass
with remarkable expressions of face
whether bells, bricks or money
he’d pull faces so funny
without ever bringing rhythmic disgrace!
I suppose i have to study in the week-end… as….in Lear’s limericks the first and last lines usually end with the same word, rather than rhyming.
For the most part, they are truly nonsensical and devoid of any punch line or point; there is nothing in them to “get”. They are completely free of the off-colour humour with which the verse form is now associated. A typical thematic element is the presence of a callous and critical “they”.
An example of a typical Lear limerick:
There was an Old Man of Aôsta,
Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her;
But they said, ‘Don’t you see,
she has rushed up a tree?
You invidious Old Man of Aôsta!’
but the truth is that i had no time at all till now…i’ll send my best effort within monday
in the meantime have a nice weekend to you all and all the limericks i’ve read are great!
BRAVI!!!!!
Ciao Elisabetta
That’s it, I’m quitting my job and writing limericks from now on…
There once was a Guy who played bass
And everyone agreed the chap was quite ace
He played with Ferry, Madonna and Floyd
And then wrote a book that might make them paranoid
Ah, but he was a guy who would never put anyone out of place
Didn’t I do well?
Hi, Becky, it was nice to meet you in the chatroom
Michèle
~My entry~
There once was a Guy who played bass
But that’s not what he stowed in his case!
The cops wanted a look
And discovered his book
Then gave him a relieved embrace!
An extra one just for fun:
There once was a Guy who played bass
The music of which he embraced
The Bloggers were great
The Band was first-rate
Leaving memories never erased.
OK, here’s a try…
There once was a Guy who played bass
his feet liked to keep up the pace
but once he fell down
he felt like a clown
one too many pints in his face
Not an entry – sorry fed, last one I promise…..
There once was a guy who played bass
He put on a real show-case
Now he’s coming to Swindon
In June for some reason
Who cares, all I can say’s ACE
Thank you Guy, it’s a date!!!!!
There once was a Guy who played bass
Fingers all over the place
Running frets, plucking strings
While the other guy sings
Just can’t remember his face
I’m going with this entry as my official one:
There once was a Guy who played bass.
Who performed next to leather and lace.
Then he met Gilmour.
Who opened the door.
And now he’s in a much better place.
Thanks.
Andrew
And this one is for fun:
There once was a Guy who played bass.
Whose riffs you heard all over the place.
Then Jackson said beat it.
Madonna said eat it.
Geez, isn’t that just a disgrace?
Thanks.
Andrew
Can’t resist….two more for fun:
There once was a Guy who played bass.
He had some interesting tastes.
One night in Havana.
He ate a banana.
Then upchucked all over the place.
There once was a Guy who played bass.
His dream was an interesting case.
One night in Brazil.
He went for the kill.
But Gilmour never toured in that place.
Thanks.
Andrew
There once was a Guy who played bass,
Who if abducted by aliens from space-
Could soothe them with sound
Create laughter all ’round
And save the entire human race.
What an enjoyable contest. Guy is my hero.
Well no, he isn’t, but he’s still pretty cool.
Hi Ho All,
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who could balance both charisma and grace
From the old Landsdowne Park
To the Gdansk Shipyard
Some twenty years in his rightful place.
Thanks Guy, for all the music over the years.
Cheers
Christopher
There once was a guy who played bass
He toured all over the place
But when the tour was done
He said its time to have fun
So an Island he went to for some space
I tried Fed, I hope you all will like
Have a good weekend everyone,
Take Care
Thomas
There once was a Guy who played bass,
Without strings – the whole thing’s a disgrace!
It transpires, all the time
He’d been plucking by mime.
Now he’s living alone on MySpace.
Doug Harris
Fed you are a genius, since May 9 all the bloggers are making rhymes and brava Elisabetta: the true point of Lear’s limericks is Nonsense which is not so easy to get but… it’s a great fun.
By now this one:
There was a young Guy with a bass
who liked to go barefoot on maize
When they said “don’t you fear
he replied “I’m so near
to become the best player of bass!”
Good luck Fed. I think you’ll have to work a lot with this competition!
There once was a Guy who played bass.
I first knew him only by face.
But on tours he kept showin,
and my fondness kept growin,
in Floyd history, the name Pratt has its place.
I don’t know what the above post is about, but I am currently listening to the wall and I have been for about twenty years on and off. It just blows my mind every time! It seems to apply to ones life on every level at any time, its surreal!
God you guys have got everything going on. Just get back together before someone else dies, for gods sake. When you have got talent like yours, egos should not matter!
From a psychiatric nurse.
[Nurse, or patient? When I eventually crack up, could everyone reading this please make sure that Angela is NOT my nurse? Thanks. - Features Editor]
It took me a while to finish reading the limericks posted so far, but I enjoyed every second of it.
The prize of winning both the book and the T-shirt is no doubt tempting. But I believe it was the fun and sentiment that invigorate us sending in our entries. Some even sent in more than one entry. There are others went above and beyond and sent in limericks on each band member and even on FEd. What a creative bunch we have on the Blog!
Congratulations FEd, you did it again! The idea is refreshing and you sure captured the attention of many regulars and irregulars. Remarkable!
[Thank you, Veronica. I'm glad you enjoyed them. I've mentioned it before, but this is a good time to repeat myself (so that, hopefully, we can all avoid any grumbling when the winner is finally announced): Even though some people have sent in more than one limerick, only one entry will be considered from each person. If it's not made clear which of your limericks is intended as your entry, then I will take your first. Nobody will have an unfair advantage. The same goes for those who have sent in different entries using different names. Nothing gets past me, sorry. - Features Editor]
There once was a Guy who played bass,
Who looked nothing like Rog, in the face-
But he filled up that void,
(now known as “Dry Floyd”;)
and launched his own pig into space.
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who flew like a pig into space
The great gig in the sky
turned out to be dry !!
And that wiped the smile off his face.
cheers Guy you’re a diamond
martin___ d
[Nurse, or patient? When I eventually crack up, could everyone reading this please make sure that Angela is NOT my nurse? Thanks. - Features Editor]
That is hilarious!
[The same goes for those who have sent in different entries using different names. Nothing gets past me, sorry. - Features Editor]
Who is Fed ? … Our Big Brother.
Michèle
[You'd better believe it. - Features Editor]
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who plucks with a perfect pluck pace
He plucks all the time
Because plucking is fine
This Guy cannot be replaced
-cemet
Merci Michèle pour la traduction du limerick, je n avais absolument pas saisi!
Fed, i’ll do my best…
There was once a Guy who played bass.
And after he went to his favorite downtown place.
He decided to have a very nice bottle of wine to drink.
He suddenly started to think pink.
Pink Floyd, he thought, to play with them would be such a grace.
OUF! pas facile for a french canadian!
Sylvie de montréal
here goes nothing
There once was a Guy who played bass..
Who kept a mirror in his case
He thinks he’s pretty as can be,
with those eyes as blue as the sea.
but don’t tell him there’s food on his face.
There once was a Guy who played bass,
joining the Masters of very first class;
as they said: “What a great performer!”
he replied: “I’m also a comedy-writer”
you eclectic Guy who played bass.
***Non official entry***
Guy is a great musician, and a great personality, therefore, I had to write two limericks after feeling bad after realizing that my limerick was about the “other” bass player:
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who built a great wall for more space
He said “its my gig”
Don’t mess with my pig
But the added hairy pair won the case
and…
There once was a guy who played bass
who played “one of these days” with such grace
he added some “funk”
to his pink floyd trunk
i wonder who this guy (pratt!) is everyone keeps talking about…
There once was a Guy who played bass
who has lovingly filled someones place
He’s filled most the void
But we still can’t avoid
who we miss is our original Pink Floyd.
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who dressed up in makeup and lace.
he heard a noise quickly turned to see,
his little boy there looking questionably.
He said “Daddy whats that on your face?”
‘La traduction du limerick’, Sylvie ? Je ne comprends pas vraiment de quoi tu parles…
Peu importe, Je suis très heureuse que tu aies passé de bonnes vacances!
C’est triste pour toi que ce soit fini, mais, moi, je suis (très égoïstement) ravie que tu sois de retour ici !
Michèle
Howdy all! i just logged into the chatroom for the 1st time. What a great bunch of guys! Just thought I’d drop my entry for Guys book/tshirt contest.
There once was a Guy who played bass
Who kept his tool in a case
When he’d want to look cool
He’d pull out his tool
Only to be slapped in the face!
Me and my fiance were lucky enough last year to have been bid a ‘good night’ from Guy in the streets of Venice after the Saturday night show. So he really is a nice Guy!
[Good to see you here and in the chatroom earlier. Hope to see you again. - Features Editor]
Hi,
Here’s my first-ever limerick try…
There once was a Guy who played bass
Solid as a rock and precise as a compass.
He wandered jumping through any stage
Where he released other Animals from a cage
And became another Lunatic on the grass.
Take care,
Luis
I was going to write a limerick but thought it more fitting to put these. A few lines i jotted down when I heard of Syd’s death. (I wondered why I hadn’t seen him on his bike for a while).
For Syd
I will always see you, in my mind.
Preserved in the frozen fluids of time.
As sounds pulse,
and the primitive bubble light show
bursts and shudders behind you.
Your dark hair tousled.
Eyes piercing.
Surfing the psychedelic wave,
as it surged through our times.
But now the
Madcap no longer laughs.
No longer barefoot on the floor,
Just another victim
of forces that shaped us all.
RIP, bike pump in hand
But I’ll still remember,
as you front the band
At least heavan will now
resonate to different sound.
Perhaps that…..
which goes beyond the accepted bounds
Even on your bike.
You were unique within these times.
You, were the diamond
that will always shine.
Wow – good thing I re-read the rules…almost started wrong. I do hope that this (jest) doesn’t fall into the rude category…
I didn’t look at the others yet…Looks like I’ve got some fun reading to do now :-)
There once was a Guy who played bass
A name not to mention he’d replace
It’s the bombastic beat
That knocks you off your seat
Leavin’ someone with egg on their face
Cheers!
There once was a guy who played the bass
Guy’s music was full of such passion and grace
He played the world over with all of the best
Smiling and pleasing the crowds with such zest
But for David it was a most pleasurable case
There once was a Guy who played bass
with style and precision and grace
However, it’s rumored
that his sense of humor
was why he could not be replaced.
There once was a Guy who played bass,
Had a Cheshire-cat smile on his face.
He twirled and he danced,
Paraded and pranced
In a petticoat made out of lace!
It’s late but I just had to participate in this gig!!
Great job by everyone. Maybe we should compile them all into a book, give Guy some competition!!
Peace,
Gabrielle
Washington State
There once was a Guy who played bass
He played with such style and grace
He was asked to play with the best
You know David, Nick, Richard and the rest
He happily said yes and history tells the rest
[Thank you, Barbara. Submitting it 14 times doesn't help your chances, though. Please note that, as per the message displayed immediately after you submit your comment ("Your comment has been received and will be published shortly... There is no need to re-post your comment..."), your posts do not appear instantly. Every comment received is checked before it appears visible to the public. You just have to be patient and give me time to read through them all, I'm afraid. - Features Editor]
There once was a guy who played bass
who loved women in leather or lace.
He had the girls at his feet and smackin’
at what appeared to be the meat he was packin’
Even though he knew it was only a bannanna
he kept on playin’ with a smile on his face.
There once was a Guy who played bass
who’s footy team was falling from grace
His t-shirt did tell
Didn’t they do well
but no! You could tell by his face
(Sorry Guy!)
[Don't apologise, JT. We all know it's true. - Features Editor]
there once was a guy who played bass
at all things he do he surpass
all the time he spend
so well in the end
leads me surely like a compass
Thank you all for sending in a limerick. We all enjoyed reading them, not least Guy.
A shortlist will now be drawn up of our favourites and we’ll let you know more just as soon as we have chosen our lucky winner tomorrow.
Just to remind everyone: even though some people sent in more than one limerick, only one entry will be considered from each person.
If it hasn’t already been made clear which of your limericks was intended as your competition entry, then only your first will be considered eligible for the prize. It’s too late to quibble about it now.
As clearly set out in the rules above, only one entry is allowed per person. Nobody will have an unfair advantage over everybody else. No further entries will be considered as of this notice.
The prize is one of Guy’s very own ‘Didn’t They Do Well?’ T-shirts – as worn throughout David’s ‘On An Island’ tour – as well as a signed/personalised copy of Guy’s brilliant new book, ‘My Bass And Other Animals’, which is out later this month.
Thanks again for joining in with the silliness. The best of luck to you all.