A young man thought himself quite amusing
But his opinion was of his own choosing.
He was really a prude
Who never talked lewd,
And eventually took to the boozing.
-Birdman Read the rest of this article »

Brought to you by people with really strange names (evidently their parents didn’t love them very much).

There once was a lonely gyrene
Who whiffed some fatal phosgene.
He’d run out of luck
He’d forgotten to duck,
It is what happens when people get mean.
—Birdman

There is a fine man name of Gene
Who is a virtual limerick machine.
He praises musicians
And pillories politicians,
With his rhymes surprising clean.
—Birdman

Lest you think that man is a clown
Please note he has a big frown
Tho’ his nose is Big Red
His smile is dead
And his mouth is, alas, curling down
—Sir Henry de Tunahuna

While penning a new form of schtick
The bard became pale and got sick
The upchuck he threw
From yesterday’s stew
Spilled into this little limerick
—Sir Henry de Tunahuna