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  Thursday, July 2, 2009

I love limericks.

There was a young girl from Rabat,
who had triplets, Nat, Pat and Tat;
It was fun in the breeding,
But hell in the feeding,
When she found she had no tit for Tat.


By Terry Walsh.

There Once was a Man called Reg
Who Went with a Girl in a Hedge
Along came his wife
With a big Carving Knife
And cut off his meat and two veg.


By Matt Barton.

I remember having written a limerick before but I can't seem to recall what are the exact words.

There was once a man from South,
Who was very proud.
He tripped on a stone
And broke a bone
To which he cried out loud.

Something like that. o.0








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