THE GREAT POETS- LIMERICKS by ROBB CAIRNS
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY:
There once was a poet named Shelley Who had a rather large belly
He’d eat like a glutton
On pork chops and mutton
And then he’d head off to a deli!
There once was a poet named Keats Who, at night would soil his sheets He drank lots of beer
Raised his glass in a cheer
And that was the extent of his feats.
There once was a poet named Lear
Whom friends often thought was quite queer He sang in his britches
Had no time for bitches
But loved when the young boys came near.
There once was a poet named Donne Who didn’t know the meaning of fun He’d squint thru this glasses
And make smelly gassesAnd rudely, stick out this tongue!
There once was a poet named Wilde Whose hair was always so styled
He sure looked the dandy
And acted so randy
And left all the women so riled!
There once was a poet named Whitman Who, in ladies circles, was a “Tit-man” He’d looked down their bra
And guess what he saw
A beautiful boob— No shit-man!
PRINCE OF BULGARIA:
There once was a prince from Bulgaria Who avoided a case of malaria
He sneezed thru his ear
And coughed out his rear
And left us all in hysteria!