In limericks I am not a trafficker,
For my nature is really seraphicker.
   My stomach is queasy,
   I blush far too easy,
A I *do* not collect pornographicker.

                         1970A 

The limerick is callous and crude,
Its morals distressingly lewd.
   It's not worth the reading
   By persons of breeding;
It's designed for us vulgar and rude.

                          1975.  

The limerick form is so easy
It's no trick at all to be easy
   But its lines and its wit
   Are oft flavored with shit,
Arousing the qualms of the queasy.

                          1967A.  

The limerick's easy to chart,
It's more of a craft than an art.
   The trick's to be cautious
   And not use those nauseous
Words: shit, peter, piss, fuck and fart.

                          ff. 1969A.