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Edward Lear made the form popular for children, and Anon wrote the great dirty limericks, and Garrison Keillor does both while pushing the limerick envelope. E.g.
Here is a yawp for old Walt
Whitman, whos well worth his salt
Though sometimes hell slip
And just let her rip
And say: Camerados! What is this blade of grass? Who am I?
Who are you? And you have to say HALT.
Of course he deals in the vulgar. And the semi-salacious:
Chopin wrote a lovely etude
That, when performed in the nude
By a mademoiselle
Who plays fairly well
Can certainly uplift the mood.
Many are educational, including his 26-limerick abecedary for English majors. And also:
The Confederate general Bob E. Lee
Committed treason quite freely
And General Grant
Beat him up cause you cant
Attack federal troops I mean really.
Hes written limericks in honor of friends, members of the New York Philharmonic, his daughters teachers, a quintuple for Emily Dickinson, and one for his ophthalmologist.
My eye surgeon, good Dr. Khanna,
Looked through her eyepiece down on a
Novelists retina
Who thought he was gettin a
Vision of the blessed Madonna.
Woven through the verses are terse reflections on daily life, work, faith, and the old man of St. Paul whose office was a toilet stall.
Here is a yawp for old Walt
Whitman, whos well worth his salt
Though sometimes hell slip
And just let her rip
And say: Camerados! What is this blade of grass? Who am I?
Who are you? And you have to say HALT.
Of course he deals in the vulgar. And the semi-salacious:
Chopin wrote a lovely etude
That, when performed in the nude
By a mademoiselle
Who plays fairly well
Can certainly uplift the mood.
Many are educational, including his 26-limerick abecedary for English majors. And also:
The Confederate general Bob E. Lee
Committed treason quite freely
And General Grant
Beat him up cause you cant
Attack federal troops I mean really.
Hes written limericks in honor of friends, members of the New York Philharmonic, his daughters teachers, a quintuple for Emily Dickinson, and one for his ophthalmologist.
My eye surgeon, good Dr. Khanna,
Looked through her eyepiece down on a
Novelists retina
Who thought he was gettin a
Vision of the blessed Madonna.
Woven through the verses are terse reflections on daily life, work, faith, and the old man of St. Paul whose office was a toilet stall.
Used availability for Garrison Keillor's A Luxury of Limericks