Limericks

Strangely today, at breakfast after an entire night occupied by work, i had an awakening. I think it is reasonable to proclaim all of mankind's advancement insufficient for inspiration and unworthy of life, if it weren't for the creation of Cheese, Musical Instruments, Bicycle and Limericks. If you have just eaten some cheese, riden a bicycle and played a or listened to a musical instrument and you're looking to complete the significance of your existence, i have two limericks that i wrote out of random inspiration at some point of time.

The Maid

There was once a maid from Madras
Who possesed a beautiful ass
'twasn't round and pink
As you'd possibly think,
But grey, had long ears and ate grass.

The Limerick Man

There was once a Limerick man,
Who was his own greatest fan,
But all his learning
Brought 'im no earning
For he'd squeeze in as many useless words on the last line as anyone possibly can.

My sister told me this one. May be it's a bit racist, but brilliant anyhow.

Incomplete Dominance

There was once a man called starky,
Who had an affair with a darky
The result of his sins
Was quadruplets not twins
One dark, one white and two khaki.

Long Live Limericks.