And now, for something different...

... clean limericks. It's a shame this word form is mostly known for the bawdier tales. These at least were worth a smile when I stumbled on them.

There once were two back-country geezers,
Who got porcupine quills up their sneezers.
They sat beak to beak,
For more than a week,
Working over each other with tweezers.

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Said a salty old skipper from Wales,
"Number One, it's alright to chew nails.
It impresses the crew,
It impresses me too,
But stop spitting holes in the sails!"

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Now the limerick, it's really quite true,
Most poets completely eschew.
Seems they all write free verse,
or quite possibly worse,
engage in the dreaded haiku.