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There was a young man of Herne Bay,
Who was making explosives one day.
But he dropped his cigar
In the gunpowder jar.
There was a young man of Herne Bay.
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A near-sighted fellow named Walter
Led a glamourized lass to the altar.
A beauty he thought her
Till some soap and hot water
Made her look like the rock of Gibraltar.
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There was once a lady of Guam,
Who said, "Now the sea is so calm,
I'll swim out, for a lark";
But she met a large shark
- Let us now sing the Ninetieth Psalm!
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There was a young lady of Riga,
Who rode with a smile on a tiger.
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And the smile on the face of the tiger.
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There was an old lady of Brooking,
Who had a great genius for cooking;
She could bake sixty pies
All quite the same size,
And tell which was which without looking.
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A farmer named Fisher of Boleyn
Once said to his better half, "How in
The worl´ can I wear
My new hat to the fair
If you´ve used it for milking the cow in?"
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There was an old man of Blackheath,
Who sat on his set of false teeth;
Said he, with the start,
"O Lord, bless my heart!
I´ve bitten myself underneath!"
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There was a young man of Benegal,
Who went to a fancy-dress ball;
He went, just for fun,
dressed up as a bun,
And a dog ate him up in the hall.
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There was a young fir-tree of Bosnia,
Which daily got ros´nier ansd ros´nier;
It at last caught on fire
And flamed higher and higher,
And the Angels said, "My! But that was near!"
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There was an old man of Toronto,
And people said, "Where has he gone to?
Here´s his table and chair,
But where is he, where,
This invisible man of Toronto?"
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There was a young man of Oporta,
Who daily got shorter and shorter.
The reason he said
Was the hod on his head,
Which was filled with the heaviest mortar.
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There was a young lady of Sweden,
Who went by the slow train to Weedon;
When they cried, "Weedon Station!"
She made no observation,
But thought she should go back to Sweden.
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There was an old man, who when little,
Fell casually into a kettle;
But, growing too stout
He could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that kettle.
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There was an old man of Thermopylae,
Who never did anything properly;
But they said, "If you choose
to boil eggs in your shoes,
You shall never remain in Thermopylae".
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There was an old person whose habits
Induced him to feed upon rabbits;
When he´d eaten eighteen
He turned perfectly green,
Upon which he relinquished those habits.
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