A Collection of Truly Appalling Limericks

I’ve always had a soft spot for Keats

I take his best verse to the streets 

Though rather than praise

There have often been days

When I’m pelted with old rotten meats 

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A captain went down with his ship

But had an inflatable hip

So nothing to fear 

For jump forward a year

And he’s completed his round the world trip 

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It really is so hard to rhyme

And make every syllable chime

So when faced with a couplet

That just won’t link up, let

The structure sequester the crime