Me and my mates were a pretty ineffectual gang if you really stop and think abut it.
There was a young man from Japan Whose limericks never would scan When asked why this was He replied its because I always try and get as many words into the last line as I ever possibly can.
There was a young fellow called Ball Whose limericks were no good at all He became more and more boring Neglected his drawing And drove all his friends up the wall
I was round at my friend Don’s for my weekly visit. We’d drunk our tea and chatted about the generalities of the week already.