There was an old moaner named Jack
Who came under raspberry attack;
Not the ones you digest
But the kind that are best:
Those you blow with your tongue, when it's slack.
(Written Jan 2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John! long time no see! like all of your limericks, this one is so perfect TOO! ! ! ! ! ! ! PERFECT! ! ! !