T (no first name) Wignesan


Limerick: Once A Sick Sikh In A Great Hurry - Poem by T (no first name) Wignesan

Once a sick Sikh in a great hurry
Went to see a doctor after (a) hot curry
He hurried back mid-way
You know why so don’t bray
Now (he) sees doctors only when merry.
or
Since (he) sees doctors under a lorry
or
Now he sees proctors I’m so sorry.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 9, 2013


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