Today is a little queue of limericks all lined up for your enjoyment.
There once was a girl named Iris
Who raised money by selling a kiss
The boys queued up in line
Spent their time and a dime
And bought a few moments of bliss. (The dime was long before today's inflated price.) (And of course dollar didn't rhyme.) A firehouse chef named Willie Wowed the crew with his famous chili Not at all lukewarm Set off the alarm And led to a fire dousing frenzy. And next a question I sought to answer in a limerick: There are some who do not believe You can carry water in a sieve But cubes of ice That will suffice To do what no one else could conceive.