[Roger Slater]

It may strike you as strange, but it's true:
When you breathe you exhale CO2,
And so it might be
That some plant or some tree
Grew a branch from what came out of you.

[Roger Slater]

A potbellied priest told me, “You’re
Possessed by the Devil, for sure.
But your timing’s sublime
’Cause my doctor says I’m
Out of shape and should exorcise more."

[John Isbell]

That is absolutely brilliant, Roger. It should preface editions of Richard III. :-)

Here's the one French limerick I know:

Il etait un jeune homme de Dijon
Qui n'avait que peu de religion.
Il dit: Quant a moi,
Je deteste les trois:
Le pere, et le fils, et le pigeon.

John

[John Isbell]

Here are two more theological limericks. There was a - Spectator? - competition won by this:

There once was a man who said "God
Must find it exceedingly odd,
To think that this tree
Continues to be
When there's no-one about in the quad."

And the following week, they published this anonymous reply:

"Dear Sir: Your astonishment's odd.
I am always about in the quad.
And that's why this tree
Continues to be,
Since observed by, Yours faithfully, God."

John

[Roger Slater]

Though most Guinness records, it’s said,
Will not last in the days up ahead,
There’s one that is stable:
Cain’s brother, poor Abel,
Will always be ‘Man Longest Dead.’

[John Isbell]

While possibly antediluvian,
The Andes are high and Peruvian –
While the poor Appalachians,
Like most of our nation’s
Delights, are a place to be groovy in.

[Roger Slater]

Here's a tongue-twister limerick (as once called for by a Spectator contest):

The myth of Miss Moth whose moth mother
with whispering wings like no other
could lisp major fifths
in pitch-perfect riffs
was smithed with Miss Moth’s misfit brother.