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%% $FreeBSD$
%% From The War Against The Chtorr,
%% Copyright David Gerrold, 1984-2000, all rights reserved,
%% used with permission of the author.
%%
%%© This is the copyright line.
%%Eighty-nine is the year we assign.
%% These verses are caroled
%% by one David Gerrold.
%%All rights are reserved. This is mine. *
%%
A limerick of classic proportion
should have meter and rhyme and a portion
of humor quite lewd,
and a frightfully crude,
impossible sexual contortion.
From The War Against The Chtorr, (c) David Gerrold, 1984-2000, all
rights reserved, used with permission of the author.
%
A limerick is best when it's lewd,
gross, titillating and crude --
but this one is clean,
unless you are seen
reading it aloud in the nude.
From The War Against The Chtorr, (c) David Gerrold, 1984-2000, all
rights reserved, used with permission of the author.
%
I wanted to print here a medley
of limericks so gross they were deadly,
but when the typesetter tried
to set them, he died;
(not to mention my editor, Smedly.)
From The War Against The Chtorr, (c) David Gerrold, 1984-2000, all
rights reserved, used with permission of the author.
%
I have written some limericks quite fateful,
malicious and vicious and hateful;
but I've torn up the jokes
that will sicken most folks,
and humanity ought to be grateful.
From The War Against The Chtorr, (c) David Gerrold, 1984-2000, all
rights reserved, used with permission of the author.
%
There was a young lady named Bright,
Whose speed was far faster than light.
She went out one day,
In a relative way,
And returned the previous night.
From The War Against The Chtorr, (c) David Gerrold, 1984-2000, all
rights reserved, used with permission of the author.
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