Foolish Rimes

There was a young lady from France

Who got on the train by chance,

Along came her sister

Who immediately kissed her,

And the “brakie” went off in a trance.

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It is never too hot to dance, if you are that young.

Limericks

A beautiful queen named Miss Aster,

Wore a bathing suit, tight as a plaster;

She sneezed a big sneeze

And felt a cool breeze,

And knew she had met with disaster.

* * *

There was an old fellow named Fife,

Who had a most wonderful wife,

But he went to the “Follies”

And winked at the dollies,

And now she is off him for life.

* * *

There was a young lady from Natchez,

Who fell in some nettleweed patches,

With a heart full of gloom

She sits in her room

And scratches and scratches and scratches.

* * *

A giddy old maid, Miss O’Hare,

Caught a man in her room unaware,

“Come from under that bed,”

She emphatically said,

“And escape from this room if you dare!”

* * *

A doughboy who’d just come from France,

At the clothes of the girls looked askance,

He’d killed many a Hun

And from bombs hadn’t run,

But the skirts made his breath come in pants.

* * *

There once was a girlie from Litchen,

Stood scratching herself in the kitchen,

Her father said, “Rose,

“Coots, I suppose”;

“Yes, daddy, dear, and they’re itchen.”