In honor of our favorite actor's big day on August 22nd...
Happy Birthday, our dear Richie-poo!
This limerick round-up is for you.
Enjoy your next year,
we wish you good cheer,
please keep doin' that great acting you do!
When he faffs with his hair,
you know someone else is there
whilst his stubble resembles the Iliad.
There once was a man named Harry,
who got stuck with me in the library.
It was a dark stormy night,
Harry didn't put up a fight,
and now I'M the Vicar of Dibley!
The handsome and brooding John Thornton,
much adored by the ladies of Milton,
cared little for tail,
bar the lovely Miss Hale,
who eventually became Mrs. Thornton.
There once was a Guy so abhorred,
who wielded a bodacious big sword.
Marian he tickled
but she was so fickle,
a bodkin was her only reward.
A flirty-girty life guard called Lee
taught water aerobics, you see.
When he flung off his clothes,
His snug Speedos to expose,
the women all swooned, especially me!
There was a girl who didn't want the guy.
We all ask the big question: "Why?"
But she said, "Please say no more!"
Lucas, eyes so blue and so serious,
the thought of him makes me delirious!
From Russia , tortured and gaunt,
and Miss Caulfield came to flaunt,
while he is so deep, dark, and mysterious.
There once was a black knight named Guy,
who caught the attention of many a maidens’ eye.
But only one did he want for a wife,
and she caused him no end of strife,
yet he was loyal to her ‘til the day he died.
He says many things he really should not:
"Handy with a screwdriver, how can that be hot?"
"I'm gangly and tall,"
"My nose is not small."
Pants-throwers among us just take your shot!
There once was a man clad in camo,
who carried around lots of ammo.
You better beware,
if he's tied to a chair,
the ladies will fall out of theirs, blam-o!
There was a young man named JT,
who told his love, "Look back at me."
His brooding was the price,
for a scene so nice
and fitting of Stanislavski.
In rags or in jeans or a tux,
RA looks like a million hot bucks!
That lovely dark hair,
that blue piercing stare,
I'll take one please, and make him deluxe!
There once was a man from the west.
As an actor, to me he's the best!
I first saw him in Robin Hood,
though dear old Guy was not good,
I still enjoyed the RA fest!
~by Layla Rose
Lucas North came in from the cold.
His future is uncertain we're told.
But I can’t bear the thought,
for him to be naught,
on "Spooks" where his secrets unfold.
to Los Angeles to seek fame and fortune~
Don’t leave for LA -- there are quakes,
fake boobs and the agents are snakes.
Though I am married (just a little)
and not model thin (have a middle)
when I see you the earth truly shakes.
How I love a man in a top hat!
Sideburns, looking dashing at that.
Add a furrowing brow,
all the brooding to allow,
and my heart will stop, seconds flat.
There once was a fellow named Guy,
who wore leather and was easy on the eye.
One sad day he died,
and I broke down and cried;
to this day, I still call it a lie.
Can anyone possibly look better
than Harry in his striped, fuzzy sweater?
I'd never dismiss
a payment to kiss
with tongue-- after all, I'm not a debtor.
Of his plans RA did state
the comedy "A Rover" is his fate.
This makes me declare,
"To England, I’ll go there!"
If we ever really get a firm date.
Bringing to life the character's tale,
with that voice we know so well.
Horatia joined the gang of gals,
Phoebe and Venetia are her pals,
but for Uthred, Sylvester, Damerel, Rule & even Lovelace we fell.
Guy of Gisborne was never a bore,
in the leather he so deliciously wore.
His presence gave lie
to Marian’s vociferous deny
of her barely repressed inner PHWOAR!
Monet did have a beard that was awful,
but the truth is that RA’s just chocked-full
of talent that's higher than the sky,
he’s played four Johns - and a Guy,
and he’s got killer looks that should be unlawful.
Read me a story, dear man,
about Winnie the Witch or Flat Stan.
With those crinkles and voice,
I don't have a choice,
but to be an RA Cbeebies fan.
I understand RA likes to ski.
Doing major moguls with him might agree.
If he came where I live,
maybe Spillane and Demong some lessons will give,
and RA's berserking would become reality.
There was a Victorian gent called John T,
who was as handsome as handsome can be!
When he removed his cravat,
ladies swooned and fell with a splat,
because Mr. Thornton was such a gorgeous chappy.
There once was an Arms “Master in Chief,”
who had dashing good looks and great teeth.
His dream was to be Sheriff,
but he wouldn’t get there if,
he didn’t first get rid of Keith.
I would like to interrupt, if I may,
for we all would just like to say,
that your talent is such,
and we love you so much,
we hope you have the best birthday!
*Thanks to everyone who participated. *