Rishikesh Limerick

A visitor to scenic Rishikesh
met a wandering bovine in the flesh.
It's only notable
cuz it sought a table
in a mo-mo joint of old Rishikesh.

Mumbai Limerick

There once was a dabbawalla from Mumbai,
carrying curry, rice, roti, and dal fry,
got hit by an auto
whose driver was blotto,
but still made his deliveries on time. 

Debrecen Limerick

An old organist from Debrecen
couldn't decide which organ to play when.
The big church had two -
one old and one new,
and they sat them at opposite ends.

Phnom Penh Limerick

There once was an old monk from Phnom Penh
who'd been freed from the who, where, and when.
Knowing only now -
no Self, anyhow.
There was no monk and, perhaps, no Phnom Penh.

Siem Reap Limerick

A gambling tourist in Siem Reap
rhymed the town's name with "REM Sleep."
When told it's "See-em Ree-ap --
rhymes with "See 'em free app."
He said, "You can 'Ree'em and Wee-ap!"

Toronto Limerick

A man hopped in a cab in Toronto,
and said, "Get me to Yonge Street, pronto!"
"I'll need more detail,
it's a matter of scale,
that road cuts forty miles thru Toronto."

Tallinn Limerick

There was a heavy drinker from Tallinn
who drank Vana Tallinn by the gallon.
You've caught the great lie
I laxly let fly:
It comes in liters in metric Tallinn.

Helsinki Limerick

There was a fussy man from Helsinki
who loved his town wasn't dirty or stinky,
but covered in snow 
and twenty below
the place is pristine, but also quite inky.

Beijing Limerick

A man named Shen Wang from Beijing,
his cellphone would constantly ring -
always a wrong number,
but that was no wonder,
there're two million Wangs in Beijing.

Prague Limerick

There was a clockmaker of Prague,
master of the spring, gear, and cog.
To thwart a reprise,
they poked out his eyes,
that mean Old Town Council of Prague.

Note: There is some disagreement as to whether this actually happened, but it makes an intriguing story. i.e. The town government blinding a craftsman with red-hot pokers to prevent him from building a more beautiful clock for another town. [It reminds me of a similar story (or, possibly, old wives’ tale) about Shah Jahan ordering the Taj Mahal craftsmen’s hands cut off so that they could never eclipse that structure’s beauty.] The rest of the Prague clockmaker’s story is that he returned to his creation and, despite his blindness, smashed up the mechanisms so badly that they couldn’t be repaired.