RRR: My Poetic License may be Revoked

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.
This was originally posted on 27 January 2005

Since I’ve had poetry in mind the last couple days, I did a quick search and ran across this:

Haiku in English:
it’s cute when children do it;
stupid for grown-ups.

What i was really looking for though was my favorite limerick. I found several variations on it, but not who wrote it:

There once was a man from Japan
Whose limericks never would scan
When asked why it was
He answered because
I always try to fit everything into the last line that I possibly can.

While trying to find the poet to blame for that one I ran across these in a similar vein that are new to me:

This limerick’s too clever, I fear
And refers to itself (as you’ll hear)
With words twenty-nine
I’ve checked ‘em, it’s fine
But it means the last word isn’t

and

There once was a man from Peru
Whose limericks would end on line two

Just for grins, since I managed to post only CLEAN limericks, I’ll end with this little bit of slightly shady verse. I regret I don’t know who wrote this one either:

She offered her honor
He honored her offer
And all night long
He was on her and off her