There was an old fellow called Clerihew,
Who never wrote Limericks, or very few.
He frequently tried
But after the third line his attempt always died.
There was an old fellow called Clerihew,
Who never wrote Limericks, or very few.
He frequently tried
But after the third line his attempt always died.
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That reminds me of my most favouritist limerick. It's very well known, but whenever I see it in print it frequently does not scan in the first four lines or follow the rhyming rules properly or they don't get the last line just so, which spoils the joke.
There was a young man from Japan,
Whose poetry never would scan.
When asked why this was
He said "It's because
I try to get as many words into the last line as I ever so possibly can".
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Even sillier, and not by me (might have been Lear). This is from memory...
There was an old man of St Bees,
Who was stung on the nose by a Wasp.
When they asked: "Did it hurt?"
He said: "Certainly not.
I'm so glad it wasn't a Hornet."
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There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two.