Tink is brilliant at these...see if you can do one.
Here is my terrible effort..
There once was a poet called furry
wrote limericks when life was so blurry
The cider he blamed
for that he was famed
And his words they came out all slurry.
This is Tink's specialty!
An amoeba named Max and his brother
Were sharing a drink with each other;
In the midst of their quaffing,
They split themselves laughing,
And each of them now is a mother.
A cider imbiber, Sir Furry,
Would often enjoy Indian curry,
But curry and cider
(Of gas a provider)
Caused runs to the loo in a hurry.
Well I loved all of these. I always assumed Tink is the champ, but the others did great also!
and so I will, again, just rest on everybody else's laurels...