Not a limerick, but a piece of found poetry from earlier this week (late April) that slotted into a memory of another poem from a long time ago. Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, Droops on the little hands little gold head. Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! The Mablethorpe Webcam is Awaiting Repairs.
A backward limerick borrowed from James Hogg A backward young fellow from Chester Didn't know what to do, But then met someone who Adored it when fellows undressed her, A forward young lady from Leicester.