Limericks 4 Grits
There once was a man named Fritz
Who loved to eat gravy with grits.
He loved them with butter
but they made his heart flutter
So now he just eats them in fits.
There once was a lady named Bitz
Who was one of those English-style Brits.
She ate bangers and mash
and corned beef with hash
but never went near Yankee grits.
There once was a stoner named Stu
Who didn’t know what he should do.
Though he never ate grits
He’d had several bong hits
So he gave them a try. Wouldn’t you?
There once was a big bowl of grits
Whose bad odor gave everyone fits.
They had been mixed up all funny
And were also unspeakably runny
While their taste was the absolute pits.
