In an Austrian textbook for students of English (pub. 1954) I discovered some new limericks; that is to say they were completely new to me, all except one that is. The limerick beginning "There was a young fellow of Ealing . . . " is one that many of us will have cut our teeth on.
Limericks are like pre-packed supermarket tomatoes; you must take the bad with the good.
There was a young seedsman of Leeds
Who swallowed six packets of seeds.
In a month, silly ass,
He was covered with grass
And he couldn't sit down for the weeds.
There was a young fellow of Ealing,
Devoid of all delicate feeling.
When he read on the door,
"Please don't spit on the floor!"
He immediately spat on the ceiling.
There was a young fellow of Perth,
Who was born on the day of his birth.
He was married - they say -
On his wife's wedding day
And he died - when he quitted the earth.
There was a young man of Bengal,
Who went to a fancy-dress ball.
He went, just for fun,
Dressed up as a bun,
And a dog ate him up in the hall.
Said an incautious lady of Wales,
"A smell of escaped gas prevails."
So she searched with a light,
And later that night
Was collected - in seventeen pails.
There was an old girl of Uganda,
Renowned for her coolness and candour.
When during abuse,
Her spouse yelled, "You goose!"
She immediately answered, "You gander!"