And now, it’s time for (nearly) everyone’s favorite, tax day limericks! For those of you with delicate sensibilities, or if you just plain dread the limericks; then please turn away now and tune back in tomorrow for our regularly scheduled program. *Can you believe we are more than halfway through April already?!*
Said a booklover fellow in Siam,
“I frequently read Omar Khayyam.
His morals depress
But nevertheless
He is almost as clever as I am.”
A lady while dining at Crewe
Found an elephant’s whang in her stew.
Said the waiter, “Don’t shout,
And don’t wave it about,
Or the others will all want one too.”
There was a young fellow named Goody
Who claimed that he wouldn’t, but would he?
If he found himself nude
with a gal in the mood,
The question’s not woody but could he?
There was a young lady of Spain
Who took down her pants on a train.
There was a young porter
Saw more than he orter,
And asked her to do it again.
There was an old lady who lay
With her legs wide apart in the hay,
Then, calling the ploughman,
She said, “Do it now, man!
Don’t wait till your hair has turned gray.”