Robin Jacques was a British artist and book illustrator. Born in London in 1920, he had no formal art training, but taught himself to draw and began working for an advertising agency in his teens. He was the art editor for Strand magazine and art director for the Central Office of Information. He began teaching at Harrow College of Art in 1973 and at Canterbury Art College and Wimbledon Art College in 1975. As a book illustrator, Jacques was prolific: he illustrated over 100 novels and children's books from the 1940s to the 1980s, most notably the fairy-tale compilations of Ruth Manning-Sanders. Jacques was married three times, and had one son. His sister was the well-known actress, Hattie Jacques. He died in 1995.
Terribly indexed and ordered but the limericks themselves are quite enjoyable. An older selection as amidst the smut there are a lot which rely on Latin and French. Also the compiler cheekily inserted a few of their own.
Some examples
There was a young lady tut tut So you think that you are in for some smut Some 5 line crescendo Of lewd innuendo Well you are wrong this is anything but.
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Remember when you are bemusing and daily decisions confusing That for life existential the thing that's essential Is never the choice but the choosing.
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A man who had lately declared That property ought to be shared Thought it going too far When they called for his car And a list of exemptions prepared.
**** Said Wittgenstein don't be misled What can be shown cannot be said He aimed to be sensible Not incomprehensible But wrote the Tractatus instead.
Not my favorite. But it's pretty decent. I like to do some amount. Some inappropriate limericks in there. Just a warning to adults and parents out there.
Terribly indexed and ordered but the limericks themselves are quite enjoyable. An older selection as amidst the smut there are a lot which rely on Latin and French. Also the compiler cheekily inserted a few of their own.
Some examples
There was a young lady tut tut So you think that you are in for some smut Some 5 line crescendo Of lewd innuendo Well you are wrong this is anything but.
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Remember when you are bemusing and daily decisions confusing That for life existential the thing that's essential Is never the choice but the choosing.
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A man who had lately declared That property ought to be shared Thought it going too far When they called for his car And a list of exemptions prepared.
**** Said Wittgenstein don't be misled What can be shown cannot be said He aimed to be sensible Not incomprehensible But wrote the Tractatus instead.
As the poets have mournfully sung, Death takes the innocent young, The rolling-in-money, The screamingly funny, And those who are very well hung. -W.H. Auden
In Tibet, they can toss, like confetti, The proofs that they've snapped, from a jetty, Abominable snowmen - Apparently no men Have managed to film them, just yeti. -Bill Greenwell
There was a trombonist called Herb, Whose playing was loud (though superb); When neighbours complained, Young Herbert explained: 'But great art is meant to disturb.' -Ron Rubin
Julie F. gave me this book. She left it on my back steps with a note saying she thought I would like it. In fact, I did like it.
It was fun to read so many limericks, one right after another.
I have to say, some I didn't understand. Some had Latin phrases in them, and I don't know Latin. Some I think counted on a British pronunciation, and I am not British.
What led to the crassness of Custer, With hardly a unit to muster? At the Little Big Horn, Sitting Bull gave a yawn, And said, "You're a sitting duck, buster!"