There was a young lady of Niger,

Who went for a ride on a tiger.

At end of the ride,

Lady was inside,

And a smile on face of the tiger.

And here are some feeble efforts by an anon. poster:

There was a sportswoman of Nile,

Went croc hunting, with rifle and guile.

But giant croc, proved the smarter,

Upturned woman’s raft – ah!

Then sunbathed, with full belly, and smile.

There once was a species called Homo,

Sapiens was its other odd name, oh.

Chopped down all the Trees;

Slaughtered Beasties with ease;

Then went the same way as the Dodo.

There was a Mad Man with a Saw,

Lopped Branches off Tree, looked for more.

But Tree was of Life.

Soon Man was in strife;

‘Cos Tree it’s now dying, oh Lor’ !

There was a Mad Man with an Axe,

At what doesn’t move, he just hacks.

Until Jungle is gone.

Monsoon comes along,

And Mud buries Man and his shacks.

This poem is called Limerick.

A stanza, five lines, terse and slick.

Three longish must be;

Two of brevity.

With punch line – but ah, that’s the trick.