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 through 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 had 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