And so we come to the third of my four daily poems challenge. Today I thought we’d have a couple of Limericks.

The Limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical,
But the good ones I’ve seen
So seldom are clean,
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.
There was a young queer of Khartoum
Took a lesbian up to his room,
And they argued all night
As to who had the right
To do what, and with which, and to whom.
To his bride, said the lynx-eyed detective,
“Can it be that my eyesight’s defective?
Or is your east tit the least
Bit the best of the west?
Or is it a trick of perspective?”

And today’s three lucky nominees are: John Potter, Jill Weekes and Kevin Bourne.