I know a dozen limericks written by AC.
Here are three of them.
A sausage-lipped songster of Steyning
Was solemnly bent on attaining.
But he broke all the rules
About managing tools,
And so he broke down in the training.
A hog-eye abortion named Mudd
Was like a one-eyed rotten spud.
His once chance to clean
His person obscene
Is to wash himself out in his blood.
A party called (Aleister Crank)
Was respected in ev – er – y bank.
Why must we assume
That they put on his tomb :
‘He lived – and he died – and he stank.’
1/ Victor Neuburg.
2/ Norman Mudd.
3/ Some other bloke.