These are a couple of limmericks I posted in a poetry thread over at the "Conan" forums (Link). The idea was for people to post poems and limmericks with a "Hyborian-Age" flavour. I thought I might as well put mine up here for people to look at as well...
"Them Zamorian girls is ill-bred -
With yer silver they're easily led.
But ye'd better be quick
Ter make good with yer "stick"
Or they'll bed the next feller instead!"
- Popular Kothian tavern-rhyme.
"Oh, them Koth lads are liars, by Bel!
And their girls are all slatterns from Hell!
When they lift up their skirts,
Stop yer nose with yer shirts,
Or ye'll retch out yer guts from the smell!"
- Standard Zamorian reply to the Kothian rhyme quoted above, usually resulting in steel being drawn.
Tommy.

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