There was an eclectic Aardvark from France.
That ant-eater wore pantaloons, not pants.
A great thirst for knowledge had he.
Earned himself an advanced degree.
A Masters in Fine-ants.
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There was an eclectic Aardvark from France.
That ant-eater wore pantaloons, not pants.
A great thirst for knowledge had he.
Earned himself an advanced degree.
A Masters in Fine-ants.

There was an astute Moose from Duluth.
Preferred his Manhattans sans vermouth.
Offering services generated by AI,
With associated fees extremely high,
He marketed himself as a cultured sleuth.

There once was a moose from Duluth.
Plagued with a cavity in one tooth.
Should he visit a dentist?
Or a mason’s apprentice?
How ‘bout the girl at the kissing booth?

There once was a Moose from Cheyenne.
Spent hours daily working on his tan.
Then off to the gym
To stay fit and slim.
For breakfast he eats Oat Bran.

There once was a Moose from Duluth.
Professing a relative moral truth.
My ways are true,
Yours can be too.
Those who disagree are uncouth.

There once was a Moose from Duluth.
Known to be a bit of a recluse.
He lived in a vacant dairy.
Not haunted but a bit scary.
He serves his guests Beetle-juice.

There once was a Moose from Dunkirk.
Desiring to do his own dental work.
Advanced skills he developed well,
Performing his own root canal.
Laughing gas drove him berserk.