Some Limerick Lit!

From naive point of view, namely Nick's

Hot shot Gatsby and crew get their kicks

But Nick is mistaken

Gatsby's nothin,  just fakin

and the rest of the bunch are all dicks

He was old, that old man of the sea

But his mind was as quick as can be

He thought of every cliché

As he pulled in his prey
Which got eaten by sharks, oh dear me.

 

There’s Anna and Vronsky and Kitty and Levin

Plus three dozen more 'fore you get to page seven

But just like the soaps

It’s all sex, dough and dopes

And nothing is ever forgiven

"Call me Ishmael "  he begins with great pride

then boards the Pequod for a wet wild ride

Capt. Ahab chases blubber

as we learn bout oil and rubber
And from fate you can run, but not hide. 

Poor Portnoy was raised to excel
but for Shiksas he constantly fell
haunted by his inner demon
he can only spill his semen
with girls who make life a pure hell

Imagine Joe Stalin as a Pig
taking power on the farm-- Mr.Big
With Snowball as his Trotsky
And Squealer as a Nazi
And hip readers saying "Get it? Can you dig?"