Limericks for the Impaired
There once was a woman named May
Whose hairdo needed some spray
When it hit her face,
It really was mace,
And so she went blind for the day
There once was a man in a suit,
Who was happily playing his flute
After missing a note,
It fell down his throat,
And now this musician is mute
There once was a gent named Mel
Whose sinuses started to swell
To his dismay,
He got the flu that day,
And now the poor fella can’t smell
A textile worker named Neil
Was working a textile wheel
While sewing some strands,
He lost both his hands,
And so he no longer can feel
There once was a buccaneer
Who loved to scream in my ear
He shouted as loud
As a bustling crowd
And now it seems I can’t hear
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