THREE LIMERICKS

 

There was a man from Germany,

Who would listen to nobody,

Some people then said,

Though he’d lost his head,

This man could still sing in harmony.

 

There was a man named Beethoven,

Who composed music from heaven,

But a man named Nell,

Cursed his music like hell,

This poor, poor man named Beethoven.

 

There was a sweaty old man named Nark

Whose paper-thin lungs ripped in the dark

A call came from a nurse,

Who had checked in her purse,

For something to repair that old bark.