by Amber Fulmer

There once was a fanciful gimmick

which Billy would use called a “limerick.”

Our Bill told a lass

who thought it was crass,

so she kicked the poor boy’s little pinprick.

 

The limerick is said to be raunchy

by women all stiff-lipped and staunchy.

To them it was said

by youngsters unstaid:

“Ye grannies, git down on yehr haunchies!”

 

For the pale girls absorbed in dark poesy

whom verses like this color rosy—

I pity your learning

and unhealthy yearnings

for I’ve never with fun found you cozy.

 

Of the limerick, I am a firm devotee

for regalement and snickers it guarantees.

Come join in my skit,

exhibit your wit.

I invite you to add yours below me.