The Joy of Limericks!

Happy Monday!  Let’s get the work week off to a humerous start.  When someone mentions “limericks” my minds drifts to the seemy side of the genre (usually not fit to be repeated in public).  However, I ran across a few “cleaner” limericks the other day and thought them worthy of a share.  Enjoy!

There was a young lady named Bright,
Who traveled much faster than light,
She started one day
In the relative way,
And returned on the previous night.


When Daddy and Mum got quite plastered,
And their shame had been thoroughly mastered,
They told their boy, Harry:
‘Son, we never did marry.
But don’t tell the neighbors, you bastard.’


There was an old party of Lyme,
Who married three wives at a time,
When asked ‘Why the third?’
He replied, ‘One’s absurd,
And bigamy, sir, is a crime.’


There was a young man who said ‘Damn!
It appears to me now that I am
Just a being that moves
In predestined grooves,
Not a taxi, or bus, but a tram.’


There was a faith-healer of Deal,
Who said, ‘Although pain isn’t real,
If I sit on a pin
And it punctures my skin,
I dislike what I fancy I feel.’


A young schizophrenic named Struther,
When told of the death of his brother,
Said, ‘Yes, it’s too bad
But I can’t feel too sad —
After all, I still have each other.’

Source: Comic Poems, selected and edited by Peter Washington

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