Out hunting one day with the Quorn,
I grew an unquenchable horn.
‘Good God!’ cried the huntsman,
‘We’re not after those, man.
It’s foxes, not fuxes, this morn.’
— John Jones
According to an informed source who knew the poet and told me the poem, John Jones became the Oxford Professor of Poetry off the strength of this single limerick, which is also his only contribution to English verse. The Quorn is a famous fox hunt, one of the oldest in England, and the huntsman is the man who hunts the fox.
A question arises regarding the fourth line. It is unclear whether it has been censored in the telling of it to me, or whether Jones really meant it to read “those, man” ruining the perfect rhyme but, in doing so, making it funnier.