(For limerick day, 12th May, in memory of Edward Lear)

There was a plain girl from Calcutta

Whose father was doing a nutter

'If I can't get her married

She'll always feel harried

I'd better concede her a flutter.'

 

There was a famed skipper from Chester

Who went sailing despite a norwester

He was wrecked on a reef

Lost all his front teef

Now his dentist for gnashers doth pester.

 

There was a royal Princeling from Meigle

Who encountered a viletempered beagle

Being bitten all over

He rolled in some clover

Behaviour not suitably regal

 

There was a young nympho from Derwent

Whose antics were notably fervent

She exhausted the men 

She enticed to her den

Now she's known as The Mantis of Derwent.