Limericks So Good Even Girls from Nantucket Will Repeat Them
There once was a lady named Ferris Whom nothing could ever embarrass. Till the bath salts one day, In the tub where she lay, Turned out to be plaster of paris. A magazine writer named Bing Could make copy from most anything, But the copy he wrote Of a ten-dollar note Was so good he now lives in Sing Sing. There once was a runner named Dwight Who could speed even faster than light. He set out one day In a relative way And returned on the previous night. A forgetful old gasman named Dieter, Who went poking around his gas heater, Touched a leak with his light; He blew out of sight— And, as everyone who knows anything about poetry can tell you, he also ruined the meter.