Limericks Four

There was once a young poet in Needham

Wrote verses so people would reedham;

     But they soon had enough

     Of such terrible stough,

And told him straightway “we don’t needham.”

There was once a young scion from Wheeling

Went woozy o’er automobeeling;

     He lodged in a wreck,

     And just saved his neck,

And now he’s got over the feeling.

There was such an old maid in Missouri

That scarcely a soul could endouri;

     Till an M.D. from Kan.

     Had her hitched to a man,

The which did effectually couri.

There was once a young fiend in Dakota

Who tired of a girl and he smota;

     But her friends didn’t wait

The despatches so stait,

But immediately braided a throata.

March 9, ‘06