There once was a fellow from Britain <br />who had never been stung or bitten. <br />While he swam in a creek <br />during Passover week <br />he saw HER and was instantly smitten. <br /> <br />There once was a bloke from Berlin. <br />Who would wear on all weekdays a grin. <br />When he prayed and confessed <br />it was Sundays (you guessed?) <br />he would cry over every sin. <br /> <br />She wore tights and high heels and Chanel, <br />walked the streets like the Aussie girl Elle. <br />When she flaunted her melons <br />she alerted all felons, <br />'twas like ringing the liberty bell.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-2009-limericks/
