My belief that limericks can be smutty without being misogynistic is being sorely tested by reading collections from the 1970s such as this one. Asimov was clever with his wordplay, but his continued insistence that young women are thrilled and delighted to be told rhymes about sexual shenanigans by older gentlemen seems out of sync with my experience of how the world works. Times change, huh?

I wonder how many of his companions (both literary and social) struggled to pen something featuring HIS moniker?

In order to spring a surprise, a c–
omposer of limericks tries a c–
ouple more times
to come up with some rhymes
for a name that is awkward, like Isaac. ( )