A PUPPY whose hair was so flowing
There really was no means of knowing
Which end was his head,
Once stopped me and said,
“Please, sir, am I coming or going?”

[Oliver Herford in The Century Magazine. Vol. LXXXIII, March 1912, no. 5, p. 799.]

There was an old woman of Gloucester,
Whose husband supposed he had lost her.
She was found by a dog,
In a cranberry bog,
Where some one had carelessly tossed her.

T.K. Hudson, Toledo, Ohio.

[Foolish Limericks Now and Then are Relished by the Best of Men. Chicago Tribune, 10 April 1910. panel 4.]