So seldom are clean -

And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

There was a young man of Japan

Whose limericks never would scan.

When they asked him, Why?

He said, with a sigh,

"It's because I always try to get as many words into the last line as I possibly can."

A Christian Scientist from Theale

Said, "Though I know that pain isn't real,

When I sit on a pin

And it punctures my skin

I dislike what I fancy I feel".

A young man from Timbucktoo

Whose limericks stopped at line two.

There was a young lady named Harris

Whom nothing could ever embarrass

'Til the salts that she shook

In the bath that she took

Turned out to be Plaster of Paris.

There was a young fellow called Binn

Who was so excessively thin

That when he essayed

To drink lemonade

He slipped through the straw and fell in.

There was a young lady named Maud,

Who was the most terribly fraud.

She never was able

To eat at the table

But when in the larder, Oh gawd.

A critic refused, as reviewer,

To read the obscene and impure;

He soon left the scene

For the books that were clean,

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