Although at the limericks of Lear
we may feel a temptation to sneer,
we should never forget
that we owe him a debt
for his work as the first pioneer.

There was an old party of Lyme
who married three wives at one time.
When they asked, “Why the third?”
he said, “One is absurd,
And bigamy, sir, is a crime.”

Drüben bei Frau Isabo wird wieder gelimerickt.
Diesmal nach dem Motto: Wer schreibt den schlechtesten?
Wir stehen abseits, gucken uns das kichernd an und rufen entzückt: Grauenhaft! Mehr davon!

There was a young man who said: Why
can’t I look in my ear with my eye?
I think I can do it
if I put my mind to it.
You never can say till you try!

An exceedingly fat friend of mine,
when asked at what hour he’d dine,
replied: „At eleven,
At three, five, and seven,
And eight and a quarter past nine.”

There was an old man in Peru
who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He woke up with a fright
in the middle of night
and found it was actually true.

A cat in despondency sighed
and resolved to commit suicide.
She passed under the wheels
of eight automobiles
and after the ninth one she died.