So the genius behind xkcd just opened up LimerickDB. Be warned, many (if not most) are definitely NSFW, but I find many of them quite clever, which I have repeated below.
#286
There once was a buggy AI
Who decided her subject should die.
When the plot was uncovered,
The subjected discovered
That sadly the cake was a lie.
#34
A woman in liquor production
Owns a still of exquisite construction.
The alcohol boils
Through magnetic coils.
She says that it’s “proof by induction.”
#292
A preoccupied vegan named Hugh
picked up the wrong sandwich to chew.
He took a big bite
before spitting, in fright,
“OMG, WTF, BBQ!”
#257
There once was a small juicy orange,
…f–k.
#107
See that lighthouse beam in the sky
That guides yonder ships going by?
My friend shines that beam;
She’s living her dream.
I’m in grad school. I still don’t know why.
#21
There was a young woman named Bright
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She set out one day
In a relative way,
And returned on the previous night.
#282
A programmer started to cuss
Because getting to sleep was a fuss
As he lay there in bed
Looping ’round in his head
was: while(!asleep()) sheep++;
#119
The limerick’s structure somewhat
necessitates eloquent smut.
If you haven’t the time
to learn meter and rhyme,
then don’t write them, you ignorant s–t.
#177
There once was a girl named Lenore
And a bird and a bust and a door
And a guy with depression
And a whole lot of questions
And the bird always says “Nevermore.”
#11
There once was a man from Japan
whose limericks just wouldn’t scan.
When asked why this was,
he answered, “Because
I always cram as many syllables into the last line as I possibly can.”
#22
There once was a maid from Madras
Who had a magnificent ass.
Not rounded and pink,
as you’d possibly think;
It was gray, had long ears, and ate grass.
#12
There once was a gal from Peru
whose limericks stopped on line two.
#189
There was a zookeep from Nantucket
Who was struck by a fish — couldn’t duck it
He was thrown from the cage
By a pinniped’s rage.
Quoth the walrus, “You can’t has mah bukkit!”
#109
A newspaper poet for Hearst
Deprived of his reason
By uncontrolled sneezing
Was by phantasmal demons coerced
To write all of his limericks reversed.
#2
The limerick packs laughs astronomical
in a space that is most economical.
But of the ones that I’ve seen,
so few have been clean,
and the clean ones are seldom so comical.
#77
A dozen, a gross, and a score
plus three times the square root of four
divided by seven
plus five times eleven
is nine squared, and not a bit more!
#111
There once was a fellow from Xiangling
Whose greatest delight was in mangling
Poems. He would drop
Words between lines and lop
Their ends off, and leave readers dang
#333
There was a limerick I heard,
With stressed syllables quite awkward.
Rhythm was somewhat
Still present in it, but
It forced mispronouncing every word.
#290
To the skeptics I say, oh come off it.
Your aluminum hat? You can doff it.
To me it’s a riddle
Just what’s in the middle
But I’m sure that the last step is profit.
#127
There once was a girl named Jude,
Who’s skirt by the wind was strewed.
A man came along,
And unless im quite wrong,
You expected this last line to be lewd.
#271
Ther once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small
He knew nothing at all,
And now he’s a college professor.
#145
A student as smart as could be
Had to integrate x to the 3
He said “x to the 4
over 4, I am sure”
But was off by a constant of C.
#355
Since your poems are clumsy and s–te,
No longer can I be polite:
Come on you f–ktard,
It’s really not hard,
to get the d–n syllables right.
#65
A poet ran out of ideas;
Because he had no more ideas;
He repeated himself,
By repeating himself,
Because he ran out of ideas;
#277
Two eager and dashing young beaux
Were held up and robbed of their cleaux
In summer it’s warm –
They’ll come to no harm
But what will they do if it sneaux?
#131
There was a young man who said “God
Must find it exceedingly odd
To think that the tree
Should continue to be
When there’s no one about in the quad.”
“Dear Sir: Your astonishment’s odd;
I am always about in the quad.
And that’s why the tree
Will continue to be
Since observed by, Yours faithfully, God.”
#264
There once was a poet named Gunderson
Whose rhyme schemes were all very cumbersome.
With each botched refrain,
he’d be heard to exclaim,
“Oh, how do I get myself into these situations?!