Old Limericks
Going through my old scribbled notes, I came across these from 1994:
A limerick writer I’m not,
for rhyming no talent I’ve got.
I know to count feet
or syllabic beat,
but how many lines I’ve forgot.
The limericks that Tina once wrote
with one affliction were smote:
They ended so fine,
on next to last line
A poet there was from Bombay,
whose limericks were strange in one way:
three lines they’d have
There is a young gal from Purdue,
whose limericks all end at line two.
There once was a man from Verdun,
(and then I seem to recall there’s a limerick about a guy named Nero…)
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