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A poet from Amelie-les-Bains
Wrote poems that never would scan
“The reason I fear”
He said with a tear
“I always try go get as many words into the last line as I possibly can”
There was a young lady from Thuir
Who fell into a vat of Byrrh
She drank and she drank
But when she sank
She cried get me out of here.
I open my inbox what can I do
Is it excitement or that vindaloo
I type on my phone as I sit on my throne
My Limerick for PO is due
A sad old man from Le Tech
who’s marital life was a wreck
accosted some whores
and invited them indoors
their response – go to feck!
There was a blond bombshell named Kate
Who never put on any weight.
E’er willing to dine
She would sup all the wine
And scoff every scrap from her plate.
With apologies
Hahahaha. Love it! If only t’were true! 🙂
Let me tell you a story I know
Of an English gal in the P-O
A great rag she ran
With her Anglophone clan
Getting pissed on the deck of her bateau