I had a post on clean limericks — featuring one involving Nantucket, believe it or not. And this occasioned a certain amount of mail. One reader sent in a limerick I like a lot:
There was a young man from Iran
Whose poetry just wouldn’t scan.
When he was asked why,
He gave this reply:
“Because I like to put as many syllables on the last line as I possibly can.”
Here is the whole trick:
Can you count to five and sev . . .
Oops! Not so easy!
You want a clean limerick from my grandmother?
One of the nice things about that is it’s a clean limerick that seems dirty. Shaw, I believe, said, “There are two kinds of limericks: dirty and bad.” Not true, strictly.