Limericks are fun!
Said an ape as he swung by his tail,
To his off-spring both fe-male and male;
“From your off-spring, my dears,
may e-volve a pro-fess-or at Yale.
There once was a poet from Splash
Who pooped in and out in a flash
But while there she posted;
Fellow poets she toasted
new thoughts in her head she would stash!
Said a snail as a tree he did climb,
“A breakfast on leaves is sublime!
But the trip is a bore,
And my backside gets sore,
And I fear I will run out of slime!”
A limerick’s form is a chore
It can reek of raw sex and more
If you want to get started
You can’t be faint-hearted
Just barge through that limerick door!