Continuing this week’s theme of high culture and poetry, here’s a non-rhyming limerick I heard at Alloa Writers on Monday. Apparently, this is well known, but it was new to me and to a few others I’ve spoken to, so I decided it’s best to share.

Being the childish soul I am, it’s taken until today to get beyond the third line without losing control of faculties that are best kept in check. Here we go [adopts serious face]:

There was a young lady from Bude,
Who went for a swim in the lake.
A man in a punt,
Stuck a pole up her nose,
And said, “You can’t swim here. It’s private.”