There once was a poet from Crete
who performed a remarkable feat.
He announced to the wise,
“Every Cretan tells lies,”
thus ensuring their logic’s defeat.
Said a monk to a man named Joshu
“Is that dog really God?” He said “Mu.”
This answer is vexing
and highly perplexing
and that was the best he could do.
I once heard a butterfly shout
while giddily flitting about,
“Of Chaos I sing!
Each flap of my wing
Brings thunderstorm, rainbow, or drought!”
An electron confessed to the fact
that its nature was not too exact.
“I’m a particle, yes;
that is true, more or less
but I frequently like to diffract.”
There once was a humanoid race
that wanted to travel through space.
But the aliens said,
“Do not help them! Why spread
such critters all over the place?”
A citizen asked me, with rue,
“Now what is a voter to do?
For Moe is a knave
And Larry’s not brave
and Curly has hardly a clue!”
You may think that these limericks are clean
just because they aren’t lewd or obscene;
but they do whisper scandal
that some couldn’t handle
if only they knew what they mean.