There was a sick fellow called Gus On trips he made guite a fuss On the train or a bus or a plane He was clearly in pain He sat on a boil full of mush Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Ow, oh woe, groan and moan I refuse to be a clone Sally and John and Mary and Sam Do not want me to be what I am To most people I am unknown. <>
Am I one, two, three or four Five or six or maybe more? Wherever I look I keep seeing me From deep inland to shiny sea Keeping track of me is a bore Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Ya gotta be in the right mood To write a lim-ER-ick that's gooood. A bad one is easy But not quite as teasy Unless its a little bit lewd.
A member of SciForums thought He'd refute any theory you've got But the others just laughed And said he was daft Or some kind of Internet bot.
There was a young graduate student, Who thought that research would be prudent. But when he took his turn To recite what he'd learned, He suddenly found that he coodn't. (See also the God and Soul in Quantum Theory thread in Pseudoscience.)
/// There once was a farmer from Leeds, Who swallowed a packet of seeds. It soon came to pass, He was covered with grass, But has all the tomatoes he needs. <>
There once was a farmer so mean He wouldn't give you a bean So many beans did he eat That his arse it did bleat And the pee he put out was so green Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// A canner, exceedingly canny, One morning remarked to his granny. A canner can can, Anything that he can, But a canner can't can a can, can he?. <>
A caddy exceedingly baddy One morning remarked to his daddy "Dad can a canner do the can-can In a place where there is no can-can?" "Can-can where there is no can-can? Yes laddy" Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// There once was a man named Brice, Who had a nasty head full lice. He said, If I eat them, Then I'll have beat them! And besides they taste very nice. <>
There once was a man who was iced His body looked just like Christ Well at least he's not dead His followers said And the process was reasonabley priced Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// My neighbor came over to say, Although not in a neighborly way, That he'd knock me around, If I didn't stop the sound, Of the classical music I play. <>
In Canada, the Land of Ice, Where winter can be not so nice, We slip and we slide (There's nowhere to hide) While muttering Jesus H. Chrice!
My neighbour who came over to stay Knocked me up in a neighbourly way Now together we are bound To raise our son who is sound That will teach us to play Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// There was a young lady of Cork, Whose Pa made a fortune in pork. He bought for his daughter, A tutor who taught her, To balance green peas on her fork. <>
Why are limericks in Art and Culture? Don't they belong in Rand- Om Thoughts? There is no such Place and there is not much Call for them in Sciforums Land.
In Australia it gets quite hot So never sit on your bot Or where the sun doesn't shine Will never feel fine When it's as hot as a car parking lot Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
In Australia there is a town Where everything's nailed to the groun' Or else it would fly Right up to the sky Because they are all upside down.