Adrian's Address to His Soul When Dying
Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite,
Friend and associate of this clay!
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.
More about humor...
This limerick goes in reverse
Unless I'm remiss
The neat thing is this:
If you start from the bottom-most verse
This limerick's not any worse.
It's easier to make fun of a first lady than for a first lady to have fun. The scrutiny is ferocious.
An old pond —
Of a diving frog.