Limericks

There was a crabby cynic called Maloney;
Who wrote limericks full of iron(e)y;
With not a bit of baloney;
He invited himself to a comedy club;
Certain that he would not flub;
But soon they put the mute on his microphone(y)


There was a not-so-young bloke wherefrom not sure anymore;
He liked to put pen to papore;
While with his spreadsheets there was langour;
He needs to break out of the shackles
But then he's also known for his stupor


There was a bashful bloke from Mumbai
fervent about vada-pav and cutting chai;
Now in Chicago, yearning for days old,
Goes back on vacation it is told;
Pancake and fondue with friends, taste like humble pie?