Limerick laughter

I know that the limerick is considered the very poor and somewhat back water cousin of ‘proper’ poetry but I have always been a big fan of all things licentious and bawdy.

There was a young fellow named Hyde

Who fell down a privy and died

His unfortunate brother

Then fell down another

And now they’re interred side by side

Spot the pun in the last line?  Chuckle.

There was a young girl whose frigidity

Approached cataleptic rigidity

Till you gave her a drink

When she quickly would sink

In a state of complaisant liquidity

From ‘The Lure of the Limerick’ compiled by William Baring-Gould and published by Wordsworth Editions Ltd 1989.