There was a young person named May
Who never let men have their way.
But a brawny young spark
One night in the park...
Now she goes to the park every day.

There was a young man of Japan,
Who wrote verse that never would scan.
When they said, "But the thing
Doesn't go with a swing,"
He said, "Yes, but I always like to get as many words into the last line as I possibly can."

It's time to make love. Douse the glim.
The fireflies flicker and and dim.
The stars lean together
Like birds of a feather
And the loin lies down with the limb.

Unfortunately none of these lovely limericks are my creation, and I really don't have a clue who the authors were. However, I bow to them.

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