There was a young lady named Bright
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She went out one day
In a relative way
And came back on the previous night.
There was a young fellow of Crete
Who was so exceedingly neat,
When he got out of bed
He stood on his head
To make sure of not soiling his feet.
There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger.
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And the smile on the face of the tiger.
The bottle of perfume that Willie sent
Was highly displeasing to Millicent.
Her thanks were so cold
That they quarreled, I'm told,
‘Bout that silly scent Willie sent Millicent.
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned so what could they do?
Said the fly, “Let us flee,”
Said the flea, “Let us fly,”
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
A certain young man named Bill Beebee
Was in love with a lady named Phoebe
“But,” he said, “we must see
What the clerical fee be
Before Phoebe be Phoebe Beebee.”
There once was a maid from Japan
Whose limericks never would scan.
When they questioned her why,
She replied, “Because I
Like to squeeze as many syllables into the concluding line of the limerick as I possibly can.”
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She went out one day
In a relative way
And came back on the previous night.
There was a young fellow of Crete
Who was so exceedingly neat,
When he got out of bed
He stood on his head
To make sure of not soiling his feet.
There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger.
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And the smile on the face of the tiger.
The bottle of perfume that Willie sent
Was highly displeasing to Millicent.
Her thanks were so cold
That they quarreled, I'm told,
‘Bout that silly scent Willie sent Millicent.
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned so what could they do?
Said the fly, “Let us flee,”
Said the flea, “Let us fly,”
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
A certain young man named Bill Beebee
Was in love with a lady named Phoebe
“But,” he said, “we must see
What the clerical fee be
Before Phoebe be Phoebe Beebee.”
There once was a maid from Japan
Whose limericks never would scan.
When they questioned her why,
She replied, “Because I
Like to squeeze as many syllables into the concluding line of the limerick as I possibly can.”
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