When Tim called the missus from space/
He wound up with egg on his face/
To general mirth/
He contacted earth/
But got someone else in her place.///
About twitmericks
There is an old fellow called Mick/Who's been penning the odd limerick/I admit he's no Keats/But he does them in tweets/So to follow, you just have to click. https://twitter.com/#!/twitmericks
"The limerick master of the twitterati" (The Guardian).