The Limerick
by cricketjeff on November 5, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The Limerick lives by its meter
The anapaest really is sweeter
With pluperfect timing
And intricate rhyming
You write about somebody’s peter
Or maybe a bottom’s appealing
To poets who rhyme with great feeling
They could be quite fickle
And slap and then tickle
To listen to somebody squealing
Some limericks aren’t all that dirty
They may be just charming and flirty
But all of the best ones
Are leg ones or breast ones
Or tales of a bad girl called Gertie
It’s strange that so formal a verse
That’s tidy without being terse
Could fall on the wrong-side
The luridly strong side
Of juvenile humour, and worse!
English