Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

LIMERICKS I There was an old man of Manchuria, Who suffered from painful dysuria, It was not (yes, you thought it) From a girl that he caught it, But from trying to read Browning’s “ Luria.” II There was a young scholar of Spy Hill Who retired after lunch to a high hill. Said his friends “ Well, how was it ? A healthy deposit ? ” He sighed “ Vox, et praeterea nihil.” III There was a young man of Cape Town, Who acquired European renown By sucking his come From his bugger-boy’s bum, Swallowing it, and keeping it down. IV There once was a Kensington Strumpet Whose arse-hole would bray like a trumpet : Besides which gift, she Had one art, repartee. As tasty and crisp as a crumpet. [117]