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Limericks from The Lure of the Limerick.

  Once out on the lake and Dubuque A girl took a sale with a duque     He remarked, "I am sure     You are honest and pure'- And then leaned far over to puque. There was a young lady of Florence Who for kissing professed great abhorrence;     But when she'd been kissed     And found what she'd missed, She cried till the tears came in torrents. Concerning the bees and the flowers In the fields and the gardens and bowers,     You will note at a glace     That their ways of romance Haven't any resemblance to ours. A reckless young man from Fort Blainy Made love to a spinster named Janie.     When his friends said, 'Oh, dear,     She's so old and so queer,' He replied, 'But the day was  so  rainy!' A publisher once when to France In search of a tale of romance;     A Parisian lady     Told a story so shady That the publisher made an advance. There was a young priest name Delaney Who said to the girls, "Nota bene,     '