His wife made a fire for heat But still they had nothing to eat So he traded his shoes For flour to use And then he walked home with bare feet

The once was a man from the sticks
Whose limericks went on to line six
The form he forgot
Though he wrote quite a lot
That wonderful man from the sticks
Whose limericks went on to line six
There once was a cuckold named Fred
Who’s wife barely “knew” him in bed
He viewed lots of porn
Then his daughter was born
Who the father was, nobody said.