I have always held a great affection for the Limerick. Recently I came across some attempts that my daughter Lisa and I made at this old form using family members as subjects. Edward Lear has always been a great proponent of the Limerick since he published his First Book of Nonsense in 1845. I love his Owl and the Pussycat.
There once was a woman called Katharine
Who was a hermaphrodite African
She played the gazoo
And drank saffron-spiced tea from a pannikin
(* Wooloomooloo is an old inner suburb of Sydney)
A funny old geezer called Rod
Whose behaviour was really quite odd
Would go quite beresque*
If you went near his desk
Or anywhere else near his bod.
(*beresque is Australian slang for berserk. It means injuriously, maniacally or furiously violent or out of control; berserk.)
I once met a fellow called Jake
Who could charm the skin off a snake
He lived every day
In a disciplined way
From the moment he first was awake.
A feisty young lady called Lisa
Who was really a bit of a teaser
Had men everywhere,
Some were straight, some were queer,
But not one poor geezer could please her!