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This page was last modified on 11 April 1999
The limerick is far from the most serious form of poetry. It attempts to make a quick and humerous point. While the limerick often strays into the more colorful regions of the language, all the ones presented on this page are suitable for family viewing.
I sought the perfect French Knot,
So with needle and floss I fought
To anchor it true,
Yet somehow I knew
It would turn out but a dot.
Aida is built like a fort,
So fractions it does not court,
When you try to enter,
You miss the center,
Thus causing the cross to distort.
The web's a very strange place,
That seems to have infinite space.
When I download a file,
It takes a long while,
For it walks at a turtle's place.