There was a young man from Calcutta
Who had a most terrible stutta
He said: "Pass the h...ham,
And the j...j...j...jam,
And the b...b...b...b...b...b...butta."
There was a young fellow from Lyme
Who lived with three wives at one time
When asked: "Why the third?"
He replied: "One's absurd,
And bigamy, sir, is a crime."
There was a young lady named Larry
Because of her name, she was harried
The children would cry,
"That's the name of a guy!"
So she changed her named to Mary
There once was a man named MacBride
Who fell in a privy and died.
He had a young brother,
Who fell in another,
And now they're interred (in turd) side by side.
There once was a man on the floor
Whose limericks went to line four.
He'd start up the trend,
and then it would end.
There was an old man of Dundee
Who was stung on the nose by a bee.
His jump in the air
Gave the bee such a scare
That it stung him again on the knee!
