Bohemian Limerick

There once was an artist, Bohemian,
Who thought himself quite the comedian.
Peers thought he lacked heart,
& didn't suffer for his art,
But they suffered the farts of that Bohemian comedian.

Psychoanalyst Limerick

There once was a renowned psychoanalyst
Who found childhood events were always the catalyst.
A patient who lived happily
'Til a recent tragedy,
Learned it all stemmed from thoughts as a neonatalist.

The Satyric Satirist’s Limerick

There once was a master of the satiric
Who was known for being quite satyric.
What a difference "y" makes:
Handshakes to heartaches.
He was cancelled as his words won panegyrics.

Music Limerick

There once was a player of the banjo
Who took out his act as a roadshow.
A tour by demand,
(The demand of his band.)
Crowds felt the same and suggested he bongo.

A Taipei Taoist’s Limerick

There once was a Taoist from Taipei,
Who knew all one could know of the Way.
When asked for directions,
He'd state his objections,
"The way that can be stated is not The Way."

Comic’s Limerick

There once was a peevish standup comic.
Whose war on hecklers would quickly go atomic.
A heckler said, "You suck!"
So, he hit 'em with a truck.
A response neither timely nor economic.

Architects’ Limerick

There once was a team of architects
Who double and triple checked the specs.
But they faced a plight
'Cause left didn't check right --
So, the building's hunchback was hard to detect.

Limerick of the Angry Poet

At noisy readings an angry old poet
Would pick up one of his books and bestow it.
When they would snicker
He'd wish his book thicker,
For it would flutter in air when he'd throw it.

Modern Art Limerick

There was an up-and-coming modern artist
Who went by the pseudonym "Arthur Fartist."
He painted with flair
From his derriere,
'Til critics judged his work, "not the smartest."

Statistician Limerick

The police questioned an old statistician
Whose department had suffered attrition.
"My memo was wrecked
by auto-correct:
Distribution of 'Poisson' became 'Poison.'"