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 fellow named Malcolm 
            Who dusted his ass-hole with talcum. 
                He'd always use it 
                Everytime that he shit, 
            And found the sensation quite welcome. 

There was a young man named O'Rourke
 Heard babies were brought by the stork,
So he went to the  zoo
And attempted to screw
One old bird -- end-result: didn't work.

               There was a young fellow named Bream 
               Who never had dreamt a wet dream, 
                    For when lacking a whore 
                    He'd just bore out the core 
               Of an apple an fuck it through cream. 

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                    His repertoire ranged from classics to jazz,
                            
                    He achieved new effects with bubbles of gas.
                            With a good dose of salts
                            He could whistle a waltz
                            
                    Or swing it in razzamatazz.