For no reason whatever, I was thinking about Limericks the other night.
You don’t hear many Limericks these days. You certainly don’t hear new ones.
So here are some oldies, the first two being favourites of my fathers.
There was a young man from Japan
Whose poetry no one could scan.
When asked why he did it
He said “Oh you idiot
Can’t you see I try to get as many words into the last line as I possibly can.
There was a young man from Taiwan
Who wrote the most terrible songs
It wasn’t the words
That frightened the birds
It was the terrible absence of rhyme
There once was a lovely young bride
Who ate twenty apples and died
The apples fermented
Inside the lamented
And made cider inside her inside
There was a young man from Dundee
Who was horribly stung by a wasp
When asked if it hurt
He said no, not really
I’m just glad it wasn’t a hornet.
There was a young lady named Cager
Who, as the result of a wager,
Consented to fart
The complete oboe part
Of Mozart’s quartet in F major.
I apologise for this one, but I wanted a Limerick about where I live…
I’m sorry I don’t mean to trouble you
But when you’re living your life in a bubble you
Wonder and worry
Why it took someone called Murray
To write a Limerick ‘bout Dublin 6W
I apologise even more for this one. I was just determined….
There once was a virus called Covid
Caused more harm than diseases we know did
But we knew we’d be saved
Fortune favours the brave
Or so said a great poet called Ovid