There was a young poet quite fine
whose limericks repeated a line.
Though this was redundant,
though this was redundant,
his limericks repeated a line.

A limerick fan from Australia
regarded his work as a failure.
His verses were fine
until the fourth line.

Time to throw out the reason.

There once was a man from the sticks
Who liked to compose limericks.
But he failed at the sport,
For he wrote ’em too short.

A pansy who lived in Khartoum
took a lesbian up to his room.
They argued all night
as to who had the right
to do what and with which and to whom.

A crusader’s wife left the garrison
and had an affair with a Saracen.
She was not over-sexed,
or jealous, or vexed.
She just wanted to make a comparison.

The limerick is really quite hard
for many an amateur bard.
For supposing they can
get the meter to scan
they still need to rhyme that last word.