When Irish Eyes are smiling

Here's a Limerick for ya:


There was a young fellow named Chivy
Who, whenever he went to the privy,
First solaced his mind,
Then wiped his behind,
With some well chosen pages of Livy.

(I didn't write this, its from a book of my Dad's that I got from my mother.)


Here's another:

There was a young student of art
Who made a strange anatomical chart:
In Place of his chest
A greas spot on the vest,
And in place of his asshole a fart.


(now come on, that is funny)


One more:

There was a young lady of Joppa
Who 'came a society cropper.
She went to Ostend
With a gentleman friend
-The rest of the story's improper...


(Oh, the crazy Irish and their poetry)