I loved the book, The Moon's a Balloon. I accidently memorized the limerick he delivered for his Hollywood screen test.
There once was an old man from Leeds
who swallowed a packet of seeds
great tufts of grass shot out of his a**
and his c*** was all covered with weeds.
I didn't set out to memorize it. It was just one of those things.
Even better- his "Shaken but NOT stirred Limerick" There once was a man named McSweeney, who splashed some gin all over his weinie- Not wanted to appear uncouth, and added Vermouth, and created the C***sucking Martini!
