There was an old man with a cactus Who learned how to tame it with practice He cast all these spells Blew whistles and bells--
all for naught. It pricked like a euphractus.
Some lim'ricks just don't make the grade, The rhymes are quite off, some have said.
So we practice and learn, Count syllables each turn—
rejoice in mistakes we have maid. (sic)
My girlfriend moved to Nantucket She said I should come; I said "F***it."
Well, that made her mad,
she called me a cad,
So I gave her an egg and said, "Suck it!"
The writing appeared on the wall,
Of an O'Hare men's restroom stall. The note made me blush
My knees turned to slush
And I missed my flight's last boarding call.
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