Yay, famous poetry as limericks! As my homeboy Shakespeare would say, O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful!
A knight-errant, looking quite pale,
Was asked, “Sir, from what do you ail?”
“I’ve been duped by,” said he,
“La belle dame sans merci,
And I fear I shall soon kick the pail.”The death of a comrade from gas,
Led young Owen to cry out, “Alas,
this is nasty and gory,
there’s nothing of glory,
and Horace talked out of his ass.”John Milton, whose metre still shines
Told how, midst prelapsian vines
Eve ate the fruit
And God gave them the boot
But the Devil got all the best lines.In Xanadu, there was this guy
Built a pleasure dome for which to die
It had rivers to Hades
and mad singing ladies
and then—oh man, I am SO high
