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You know any good ones?
Please share them... and discuss generally, your thoughts on the old poetic stylings of the limerick

-- A couple I've come across in the past, that I can just about remember are:

The was a man from Rhyl
Who swallowed an electric drill
His heart retired
His kidneys backfired
And his willy flew over the hill


There was a man from Dundee
Who climbed a very high tree
He felt such a clown
He couldn't get down
He's been there since 1903


There. That's it. Contribute at your random leisure.


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Every year I invent a game for Christmas. It's one that forces gift recipient(s) (we draw two names) to figure out who their Santa is. This last Christmas I had family members write two limericks. One about one of their name draw and another about their meaning of Christmas. When the gift recipient gets their gift, they read the limerick and based on the subject matter and the knowledge of personalities, they try to guess who gave them the gift. These are the two I wrote:

She’s the matron head of those that are here
Never without a good word to all of us dear
Often she can tend to get lost
Losing at significant cost
Yet arrives upbeat with no sense of defeat, just cheer

It means eggnog, shiny lights, and seasonal music
And spending moods that can turn quite caustic
All the fresh smell of pines trees
To our eyes and nose they do please
But bottom line it’s the birth of our Lord that is magic
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