Every year there was a contest for the dirtiest limerick,
and every year
John
had won. After a while, he just stopped attending the
party where the
winner
was announced and just waited for the phone call letting
him know of his
success. One year, it was past the time when the
announcement was usually
made
and he had heard nothing, so he called the judge. He was
told that this
year,
Jim had even a dirtier limerick than he had. So John
decided he had to
hear
this limerick and called Jim. Jim said he couldn't repeat
his limerick
over
the phone because it was so obscene. John said "Listen
I'm familiar with
these
things. Just say 'da-da' for the words that are too
obscene. I'll be
able to
figure it out." Jim told him that there were lots of
obscene words, and it
might be difficult, but John assured him that it would be
okay. So Jim
read
him the limerick:
Da-da da-da da-da,
Da-da da-da da-da,
Da-da da-da,
Da-da da-da,
Da-da da-da mother-fucker.