As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling in money,
The screamingly funny,
And those who are very well hung.
W. H. Auden (1907 – 1973)
Maybe it's because it's quarter to one in the morning, but when I read this poem I laughed out loud. I think part of what makes it funny is that it's by W. H. Auden. You don't find many dirty limericks written by Pulitzer Prize-winning poets, after all.