There once was a man from McShean
Whose main disposition was mean.
If you dare cross his path
You would suffer his wrath
For with you he will wipe McShean clean!
... the only limerick I've ever written. And no, I don't know what put it in my head. I'm sure there's some Freudian explanation...
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...there was an old man
in Poughkeepsie, who drank so much beer he got tipsy...uh huh.
sherry and I went through a limerick phase once. 'Just two tho'ts: it's preferable to an alliteration addiction; and thankfully, it'll pass.
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