A limericks a poem economical,

Whose subject's sometimes anatomical

But the good ones I've seen,

So seldom are clean,

And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

With that said...

In London a newsboy named Grimes,

Led girls on to infamous crimes.

"I deliver" he'd boast,

"Two Globes and a Post,

And goodness knows how many times."

To his friends said the maitre'd hotel,

My guests can all go to hell.

What they do to my wife

Is the curse of my life,

And the worst is, they do it so well!

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