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Oedipus and the Sphinx, from an Ancient Greek drinking cup, circa 480-470 BC 

Said a stammering wit out at Woking,
"Though I like d-d-drinking and smoking
One thing I suppose
I like better than those
Is p-p-p-practical joking."

Oedipus said to the Sphinx,
My name's been perverted by shrinks.
Who'd think that Jocasta'd
Call me a bastard?
I say that psychology stinks.

As Byron remarked about Shelley,
"We all of us know very well he
Will make spousal scenes
With a girl in her teens,
But stay with her? Not on your Nellie."

Said Pound, "If one's writing a Canto
It should be a sort of portmanteau
Full of any old crap
That occurs to a chap
With patches of pig-esperanto."

Said a humble young wooer of Tring,
"I've seen a remarkable thing:
In response to my pleas
She showed me her knees!
Who knows what tomorrow may bring?"

Dr Spooner taught literature too.
"The Shaming," he said, "of the True
Sounds fine. But the same's 
Not true of H. James
With his dreadful The Stern of the Crew."

Our existence would be that much grimmer
except for the solace of limericks.
A fact that's unknown
To two lots alone;
The drearier dons and the dimmer hicks.

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