A Meaningless Limerick Poem by Kimani wa Mumbi

A Meaningless Limerick



Four and six make ten
'Fore I'm sick I'll make my tea.
'Fore I'm weak I'll make you sing.
'Fore I'm dead you'll see my thing.
'Fore you see it you'll make a teen!

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