There was an old lady called Grace
She took part in the Marathon race
Her knuckles bent down
And the spirits were flown
Of this old lady called Grace.
She took part in a race not in sprint, might be courageous As the name Grace so she seek the Grace of Lord
Acts should be done while keeping one's age in mind, that was not suitable for the lady grace to participate in marathon! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good limerick. enjoyed the read