Okay, I'm an equal-opportunity offender . . . so either enjoy this new batch of limericks or give me the heave-ho.
There once was a rabbi from Kew
Whose congregation was notably few.
So with no boys to briss
He was never remiss
And his scissors were always like new.
A rabbi once born with crossed-eyes
Was nevertheless very wise
So he told all his boys
That his scissors were toys
Before he performed circumcise.
A priest from the region of Plooze
Sailed around the world on a cruise
But the ship ran aground,
No survivors were found,
But not a word of the wreck made the news.
Two scholars who gossiped all week
Would look through the windows and peek.
One day without tact
They caught two in the act,
But they couldn’t translate from the Greek.
A little old lady from Sudd
Enjoyed writing hymns in the mud
But her finger went flat,
She was sharp where she sat,
And so all of her songs were a dud.
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