If you like Limericks

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There was a young woman names Bright
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She set out one day
In a relative way,
And returned the previous night.

There was a woman in Riga
Who went for a ride on a Tiger.
There returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And a smile on the face of the tiger.

There was once a farmer from Leeds,
Who ate six packets of seeds.
It soon came to pass,
He was covered with grass,
And he couldn't sit down for the weeds!

A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, "let us flee!"
"Let us fly!", said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

A mouse in her room woke Miss Dowd.
She was frightened, it must be allowed.
Soon a happy thought hit her
To scare off the critter.
She sat up in bed and meowed.

As a beauty, I'm not a great star.
There are others more handsome by far.
But my face, I don't mind it,
Because I am behind it.
It's the folks in the front that I jar.

There was once a fellow named Dave
Who lived in a miniature cave.
He said I admit
I can't stand or sit
But think of the money I save.

There was a young fisher named Fischer
Who fished for a fish in a fissure.
The fish with a grin
Pulled the fisherman in.
Now they're fishing the fissure for Fischer.