A limerick

[Pielorinho]

An ancient French Knight, Sir Charlemagne
Heard Brits say his name with great pain.
Said he, "Sons of Brittania,
Zee name ees SHARL-MAN-YUH!"
The Brits said, "You French men all gag me!"

Now your turn!
Daniel

 

[reveal]

There was a young man from Nantucket
Who's *bleep* was so *bleep* he could *bleep*
He said with a grin
As he *bleep*
If my *bleep* was a *bleep* I would *bleep*

 

[diaglo]

there was an old man from Carnass
whose *bleeps* were made of brass
in stormy weather
when he banged them together
sparks shot out of his *bleep*

 

[Pielorinho]

C'mon, don't make the moderators come in here, guys!

Here's the original version of the Nantucket limerick--obviously I didn't write this one, but it's got historical value, and it's a pretty good poem:

There was an old man from Nantucket
who kept all his cash in a bucket.
Till his daughter, named Nan,
ran away with a man.
And as for the bucket: Nan took it.

Daniel

 

[reveal]

But we're censoring ourselves.

Ok, how about this one:

There once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small
He knew nothing at all,
And now he's a college professor.

 

[Pielorinho]

I love it!

Here's my favorite series of limericks (again, I didn't write these):

There was an old man from Dundee
whose limericks stopped at line three
and never were finished

and then there's

An old woman lives in Peru
whose limericks stop at line two

And, of course,

I once knew a man from Verdun

(I think there's another limerick in the series about Emperor Nero, but I don't remember any of it)

Daniel

 

[SpringPlum]

This was written by one of my friends:

There once was a man from Munich
Whose razor did slip down his tunic;
He let out a cry
As he felt it pass by,
Then spent the rest of his life as a eunuch.

 

[Mark]

Pielorinho, a Mod of repute
Never censors a user who's mute
And he never will ban
An unregistered man
An forgives if your poem is cute

So I wrote him some verses to suit
And I hope this is not in dispute
I've taken the time
With both metre and rhyme
To placate both thick and astute

To the heart, now, we'll get to the root
Without flowery language dilute
We won't sully his name
Or detract from his fame
Lest he give our fine wordsmith the boot

So I end this far-too-long pursuit
With an after-my-fashion salute
You may have seen better
But this ain't a love letter
Just something I do for a hoot

 

[Krieg]

Grognard Diaglo
His hate knows no limit
d02 fo life​

.....oh wait.

 

[der_kluge]

There once was a man from Venus.

Oh, I forget the rest.