There once was a writer named Lear
With the first name of Edward...I fear
He was English...I say
He wrote Limericks every day
And we celebrate his birthday each year.
The Limericks he wrote or he sent
Had an obscene or humorous intent
Please keep them clean
But if you must be obscene
Best to secure your parent’s consent.
If you need help keeping one chaste
Here’s an example...not profanity laced
With no obscenity
It has a rating of ‘G’
So you can bet that it’s done in good taste:
I have a friend, Barb, with whom I once taught
In all our years together...we never fought.
But I think she’ll be mad
Perhaps call me a cad
When I remind her I’m retired...and she’s not.
And here’s a point I know will amaze
It sure makes Barb’s eyebrows raise
You see each year her birthday
Falls on Limerick Day
So she’ll be getting Limericks for the rest of her days
True it may not resemble Shakespeare
But we still say thanks Edward Lear
Because it has a certain schtick
That old Limerick.
Celebrated May 12th...every year.
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