THERE WAS A YOUNG POET NAMED JACK
There was a young poet named Jack
who wrote verse upon his wife’s back
It tickles she said
let’s go to the bed
And they were off to rhyme in the sack
Category: Limerick
GUINNESS LIMERICK
IN VINO VERITAS
IN GUINNESS LIMERICK
Tis a lovely thing the Limerick
And a pint of Guinness helps it stick
But sad their magic is fickle
And though a little may tickle
Sure and too much of either’ll make you sick
LURE OF THE LIMERICK
The “Lure of the Limerick” book’s at my side
The one I’d sought far and wide
I was sad to discover
Some dirt on the cover
And happily much more inside
ICE STORM 2007
ICE STORM 2007
There was a fine lady from Maine
who found northern winters a pain
So she came down to Texas
slipped and fell where she flexes
And she won’t come the same way again