There was a young man from Lyme Who couldn't get limericks to sound right. When asked why not It was said that he thought They were overly long and far to complex, possibly even dull.
There was a young man named Lanny The size of whose prick was uncanny. His wife, the poor dear, Took it in her ear And it came out the hole in her fanny.
There was a young man named Sweeny Who spilt some gin on his weenie, So just to be couth, He added vermouth And slipped his girl a martini.
Have you heard of young Franchot Tone Who felt of his own peculiar bone? It was long and quite narrow And filled full of marrow, And less edible than stale corn pone.
Unix Man -- by Beatles -------- He's a real UNIX Man Sitting in his UNIX LAN Making all his UNIX .plans For nobody. Knows the blocksize from du(1) Cares not where /dev/null goes to Isn't he a bit like you And me? UNIX Man, please listen(2) My lpd(8) is missin' UNIX Man The wo-o-o-orld is at(1) your command. He's as wise as he can be Uses lex and yacc and C UNIX Man, can you help me At all? UNIX Man, don't worry Test with time(1), don't hurry UNIX Man The new kernel boots, just like you had planned. He's a real UNIX Man Sitting in his UNIX LAN Making all his UNIX .plans For nobody ... Making all his UNIX .plans For nobody.