|It's a pity so many of your limericks lack rhythm, which is an important aspect of poetry. A true limerick should trip off the toungue with a satisfying lilt like the comforting beat of a train journey. Say these aloud as examples (I didn't write them). I know a young chap from Australia Who painted his arse like a dahlia. The petals were fine, The colour divine, But the perfume? Ah that was a failure! A mathematician called Hall Had a hexahedronical ball. The cube of its weight Plus his pecker, times 8 Is his phone number. Give him a call!

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