Limericks

No water. Dry rocks and dry throats,

Then thunder, a shower of quotes,

From the Sanskrit and Dante.

Da. Damyata. Shantih.

I hope you'll make sense of the notes.

There was a young gal name of Sally

Who loved an occasional dally.

She sat on the lap

Of a well-endowed chap

Crying, "Gee, Dick, you're right up my alley!"

There once was a fishmonger called Babs

Who sold cod, skate, place and dabs,

He had sex with me,

And caught my VD.

Now he's a purveyor of crabs.