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More choice bits from The Limerick 
Saturday, February 20th, 2010 | 10:56 pm [humor, random]
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If there’s a better way to close out a lazy Saturday evening than by quoting a few verses from G. Legman’s definitive volume of limericks, the cleverly dubbed The Limerick, well, Mister, I don’t know what it is.
And don’t tell me, I beg you, lest you disillusion me on the subject of best ways to close out a lazy Saturday evening . . .
I give you limericks: 

There was a young man of Canute

Who was troubled by warts on his root.

     He put acid on these,

     And now, when he pees,

He can finger his root like a flute.


The cross-eyed old painter McNeff

Was color-blind, palsied, and deaf.

     When he asked to be touted

     The critics all shouted:

“This is art, with a capital F!”


There was a young man from Nantasket

Who screwed a dead whore in a casket.

     He allowed ‘twas no vice,

     But thought it was nice,

For she needed no money, nor’d ask it.


There was a young fellow named Chubb

Who joined a smart buggery club,

     But his parts were so small

     He was no good at all,

And they promptly refunded his stub.


There was a young maid of Boston, Mass.

Who stood in the water up to her knees.

     (If it doesn’t rhyme now,

     It will when the tide comes in.)

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