Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Thursday February 13, 2020

From deep in the crypt at St. Giles Came a bellow that echoed...
From deep in the crypt at St. Giles Came a bellow that echoed for miles. Said the rector, "My gracious, Has Father Ignatius Forgotten the Bishop has piles!?"

There once was a young man named Lancelot Whom the townsfolk...
There once was a young man named Lancelot Whom the townsfolk would look at askance a lot For when he should pass A desirable lass The front of his pants would advance a lot.

There was a young lady named Duff With a lovely, luxuriant...
There was a young lady named Duff With a lovely, luxuriant muff. In his haste to get in her One eager beginner Lost both of his balls in the rough.

There was a young lady named Fleager Who was terribly, terribly...
There was a young lady named Fleager Who was terribly, terribly eager To be all the rage On the tragedy stage, Though her talents were pitifully meagre. -- Edward Gorey