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02/17/2024 ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅWW II Limerick Alert๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ   Leave a comment

A few weeks ago, I posted a number of limericks written in the World War II era.โ€‚Your response was much better than I anticipated so I thought I’d dig up a few more from that same era to make you laugh and smile all these years later.

A WAVE who had duty at sea,

Complained that it hurt her to pee.

Said the Chief Bosun’s mate,

“That accounts for the fate

Of the cook and the captain and me.”

In the Army and Navy, the toast is

To the talented USO hostess

Who wasโ€‚diddled and screwed

While she tried to conclude

Which service she really liked mostest.

A female Nazi from Bredo

Advances her sinister credo,

By displaying her charms

During air raid alarms,

Inflaming the warden’s libido.

An oversexed G.I. in France

Decided to take just a chance,

But the fairest of foxholes

In Paris are pox holes,

And now he’s got France in his pants.

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WAR IS TRULY HELL

04/19/2022 John Ciardi   Leave a comment

As someone who’s crazy for limericks of all kinds, I thought I’d introduce a new contributor to this blog. The name is John Ciardi, and he was a close friend of Isaac Azimov, my favorite limerick author. They partnered up back in the 70’s and wrote a book of their limericks. It was a limerick war between the two as part of their competitive friendship. I’ve blogged many of Azimov’s limericks and I think it’s only fair to give Mr. Ciardi equal time. Here are a few of his gems.

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There once was a girl who intended

To keep herself morally splendid

And ascend into Glory,

Which is not a bad story,

Except that that’s not how it ended.

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One semester a young prof named Innis

Taught two hundred coeds’ what sin is.

Not, bad, I acknowledge,

For a small country college,

But not worth recording in Guinness.

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A businesslike lady once baited

The door of her flat with X-rated

Interior views,

And, in neon, FREE BOOZE.

Then stretched out on a bearskin and waited.

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A word spout named Howard Cosell

Set his sights on the language Nobel

By over inflating

His confabulating,

But to blow hard is not to blow well.

THANK YOU MR. CIARDI