Just what you’ve all been clamoring for – more limericks. I made a lucky discovery a few weeks ago when I purchased a book containing 1700 limericks dated between 1810 and 1950. Instead of printing a few here and there I decided to pick a few selections from each decade. They’ll give us a good flavor of the times in which they were written. Many are crass and bawdy and there’s a host of them from the war years in the 1940’s. Just a warning . . . some of these are not for children or anyone whose overly religious or just plain naive. Let’s get to it . . .

There was a young girl in Berlin

Who was fucked by an elderly Finn.

Though he diddled his best,

And fucked her with zest,

She kept asking, “Hey, Pop, is it in?” 1927

Winter is here with his grouch,

The time when you sneeze and you slouch.

You can’t take you’re women

Canoe’in or swimm’in,

But a lot can be done on a couch. 1927

There was a young man named Hughs

Who swore off all kinds of booze,

He said,”When I’m muddled

My senses get fuddled,

And I pass up too many screws.” 1926

There was a young plumber of Leigh

Who was plumbing a girl by the sea.

She said,”Stop your plumbing,

There’s somebody coming!”

Said the plumber, still plumbing, “It’s me.” 1923

There was a young lady named May

Who strolled in a park by the way,

And she met a young man

Who fucked her and ran,

Now she goes to the park every day. 1924

What do you think? It seems the same sense of humor required to write limericks doesn’t change much from one generation to another.

Thank God!