Limericks
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
By Rita
© 2012 Rita
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