Jane Meyer


font color=darkvioletKitten (school assignment 7th)


(Limerick)

There once was a very cute kitten,
Who liked to sleep in a mitten.
As she slept the dog licked her,
But this didn’t quite fit her
So she climbed out as if she’d been bitten.

(I don’t really like this one, but I love limericks and I want to write more and I did write it in 7th grade and I didn’t want to totally redo it.)

Submitted: Friday, August 14, 2009
Edited: Friday, August 14, 2009

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  • HaZeM PaKKaR (8/18/2009 6:29:00 PM)

    ha ha ha, lol..
    i like this limerick so much..
    i requested for it before..
    (maybe you will read it within my other comments) ..
    you have a sense of humor! ! (Report) Reply

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