Limericks IX


A fellow we know as Auffray
Got into a hot verbal fray
With a bureaucrat foolish
And indeed quite boorish
It's a wonder that he did not bray

I've met a lady named Nelly
She makes a most fine jelly
It's a magic potion
An exotic lotion
Inside or all over your belly

There's a fine lady named Fawn
She always gets up at dawn
The problem with that
She wakes up her cat
Who scares all the birds off the lawn

I know a young lady named Katie
Her eyes always sparkle with gaiety
She's hard to describe
She won't take a bribe
I'm glad she does not live in Haiti

I knew a bloke named McRane
He loved to sit in the rain
He stayed out there too long
Composing a song
Now he's got rust on the brain

I met a lady from Boulder
She just gave me the cold shoulder
When I asked her why
She said she was shy
And winter in Boulder made her colder

There was a fellow from Bath
He was truly a genius at math
He added in his head
Multiplied in his bed
He even divided in his bath


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