Limericks
July 25, 2011 at 11:11 am (Unfinished Stories)
There was a French girl from Paris,
Who’d no opportunity ever miss.
Word got around of that,
And soon she was like a cat,
Had nine lives, and with each came bliss.
She was a child playing in their fashion,
But, naïve, she called “action”.
Working with braces
Is hard in some places.
Their friends had to call a surgeon.
Once she went out after school,
Thought she’d broken up a couple.
More came to her,
Couldn’t chose a lover,
She ended up with all four people.
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