Un...Contest...Ed It I On Limerick Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Un...Contest...Ed It I On Limerick



He once would a limerick draw
for some contest from which he foresaw
trophies all in a row
never ending which grow -
rich applause for each clause which won't bore.

(17 March 2005 robi3_1086)

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