Limerick #1


A man found the brook at its source,
When he fell on his back off his horse.
He was lucky that day,
His wife would say,
When the man did wander off course.






Limerick #2


A nasty old man from Bombay --
he said he would like to stay.
I want him to leave
like water in a sieve,
this man who's been here all day.






Limerick #3


My mom used to be a real flirt,
When her skin was the color of dirt.
She met my dad
When he was sad,
And then she took off her shirt.





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