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	Janice's son's name is Miles,
	He is ever so cute when he smiles,
		In the bathtub he'll play,
		About 9 times a day,
	And get water all over the tiles.

	When you live in a really small town,
	There aren't many people around,
		But the ones who are there,
		Are all eager to share,
	And things that are lost are soon found.

	Integral z-squared dz,
	From 1 to the cube root of 3,
		Times the cosine,
		Of three pi over 9,
	Equals log of the cube root of 'e'.

	A limerick packs laughs anatomical,
	Into space that is quite economical,
		But the good ones I've seen,
		So seldom are clean,
	And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

	A mathematician named Hall,
	Has a hexahedronical ball,
		And the cube of its weight,
		Times his pecker's, plus eight,
	Is his phone number - give him a call...

	In Naples a man named Mountbatten,
	Had purchased some porkers to fatten,
		When he "Soo-wee'd" the swine,
		Only one came to dine,
	For the other ones only spoke Latin.

	A dozen, a gross, and a score,
	Plus three times the square root of four,
		Divided by seven,
		Plus five time eleven,
	Equals nine squared plus zero, no more.

	A simple hillbilly named Moon,
	Had trouble achieving a tune,
		Though he waved it around,
		He could not make a sound,
	While practicing playing the spoon.

	There once was a vampire called Mable,
	Whose period was relatively stable,
		So every full-moon,
		She got out a spoon,
	And drank herself under the table.

	A naive young maid of Cape Cod,
	Thought babies were fashioned by God,
		But t'was not the almighty,
		That hiked up her nighty,
	T'was Rodger the lodger, by God!