Okay, today, we're going with that timeless classic of bad poetry, the limerick.
The Man From Duluth
by Schuyler
There once was a man from Duluth
In his mouth he had only one tooth
So he couldn't eat apples
or peaches, just scrapple
And his neighbors thought he was uncouth.
1 comment:
There was a young girl from Duluth
Whose boyfriend had only one tooth
Their lips met one night
As he held her tight
And then she exclaimed, "Forsooth!"
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