De Tsjerne. Jaargang 21

[p. 241]

Tr. Riemersma:
Fiif limericks

The umcaller in the town of Reahel
had very strange news on the bell.
He cried: Hark, people, hark!
In your hearts it's dark.
Becare you, or you go to hell!

A beautifull girl in Old-Blassens
forplayed every chance through her dwarsens.
Said a boy: O, dear miss,
may I give you a kiss,
she repleid: Thunder up, hold your harsens!

A very wild girl in the Great-Jower
saw she wared trom day to day grower.
She steward a telegram
to every old flam:
Please marry me, I sit in the power.

A middle-aged maid at Terherne
felt slough and had always migraine.
The doctor said: For you
I cannot anything do.
It's the years, madam, you must thereon whenne.

An overspand whore at Ljouwert
with pretty thick hips and wel]-towered,
hold once at a night
her leggs tast and tight,
and cried: Not do, Sir, I'm not yet deflowered!