A man once came down from the mountain,
To cast a coin in the town's fountain
The wish in his head
Went crooked instead
So he jumped in but the water, it drowned 'im.

There was a young lady named Mabel.
She danced on the dining room table.
Her face grew red,
When a gentleman said,
"Look at the legs on that table!”

I'm going to run a new game
You may sign up with your name
You may get enthused
Or really confused
But not playing is really lame!

There was an old woman in Naples
who lived in a house made of staples;
the gate and the fence
were all made of pens,
a very strange house there in Naples.

There was an old woman from Lille
who lived in a hut on a hill.
She lived there alone,
hadn't even a phone,
that solitary woman from Lille.

There was an old man in Seville
who always felt terribly ill;
but he dreamed one night,
he would be alright,
and very soon stopped feeling ill.

There was a young man down in Brussels,
who only cared about his muscles.
He trained all day long,
wore only a thong
to show everyone his big muscles.

There once was a cute girl from France,
She'd go to the nightclubs to dance,
Her booty she'd work it,
And quickly she'd twerk it,
Then one night she dropped her loose pants.

-Hooyaah

There was a big boss in Toronto
who demanded everything pronto!
The people would fume
when leaving the room
of that nasty boss in Toronto!

There was an old man in Peru
who told everyone: "I love you!"
He hugged and he kissed,
and everyone missed
that amorous man in Peru.

There was a young man in Saigon
who one day decided: "I'm gone!"
He took the first plane
that went to Brisbane,
and never came back to Saigon.

There was an old man in Rangoon
whom everyone thought was a loon.
He had no realization
of this bad reputation,
that untroubled man in Rangoon.

I need a new door for my hall,
The replacement I bought was too tall.
So I hacked it and chopped it,
And carefully lopped it,
And now the darn thing is too small.

There was an old man on a stool
who thought everyone was a fool.
When people passed by,
they all turned their eye
away from that man on the stool.

I used to write Haikus
after drinking some booze
but for a Limerick
there´s not enough to drink
to let my mind go loose.