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 Limericks TagTina456        (More) 1/7/2015
 BATMAN AND ROBIN ( Limerick) ladydp2000        (More) 9/17/2014
 CERTAIN ACTRESS ( Limerick) ladydp2000        (More) 9/17/2014
 Poodle or Pasta cherryk        (More) 7/26/2014
 Ho-Hum! cherryk        (More) 7/21/2014
 you SuperSlimJim        (More) 5/24/2014
 THE WITCH hollydar        (More) 2/11/2014
 Some Silliness Rose Marie Streeter        (More) 1/30/2014
 Polygon of Limericks... XRifles        (More) 1/30/2014
 ELIZA ANN hollydar        (More) 1/30/2014
 My Pal Al cherryk        (More) 1/29/2014
 AFTER HER DEMISE malinikadir        (More) 9/12/2013
 NEWLY WED? malinikadir        (More) 9/11/2013
 Vader Limerick Mariemuses        (More) 5/12/2013
 delete delete        (More) 10/27/2012
 RETURN -repost- panther811        (More) 10/7/2012
 America's Darling cherryk        (More) 9/15/2012
 Track and Pain Milo Da Solo        (More) 8/23/2012
 delete delete        (More) 7/16/2012
 delete delete        (More) 6/28/2012
 delete delete        (More) 6/24/2012
 delete delete        (More) 6/19/2012
 Strange People Rita        (More) 5/19/2012
 WRITING POETRY poetalthomas        (More) 5/9/2012
 HOMONYMS CAN BE FUN poetalthomas        (More) 5/9/2012
 FIRE BLOWING DRAGON poetalthomas        (More) 5/3/2012
 Boeing the Budgie BJG        (More) 4/3/2012
 ONE RAN FAST LIKE PUDDY TAT poetalthomas        (More) 2/2/2012
 delete delete        (More) 1/28/2012
 There was a dingo iverhyck        (More) 12/25/2011

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She sat on the bench to repose
her eyes suddenly closed
there came a gray squirrel
that climbed on her curl
and ran away with her pearls

An old man was shaving his chin
the razor was sharp as a pin
his beard was so bushy
his food would get mushy
so he cut it off with a grin

There was an old woman who knew
how to make a fine Irish stew
with a large wooden spoon
was slurping `till noon
made her stomach so big that it blew

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