I thought all of you would appreciate a few relatively harmless limericks mainly concerned with anatomical issues. The weekend is in sight and maybe these little ditties will help get you through until then.

There was a young lady of Kent,

Whose nose was most awfully bent.

One day, I suppose,

She followed her nose,

For no one knew which way she went.

🥰🥰🥰

There was an old man of Blackheath,

Who sat on his set of false teeth.

Said he, with a start,

“O Lord, bless my heart!

I’ve bitten myself underneath.

😜😜😜

There was an old man of Tarentum

Who gnashed his false teeth ’til he bent’em.

When they asked him the cost

Of what he had lost,

He replied, “I can’t say, for I rent’em.”

😏😏😏

A girl who weighed many an oz.

Used language I dared not pronoz.

For a fellow unkind

Pulled her chair out behind

Just to see (so he said) if she’d boz.

🤣🤣🤣🤣