Once There Was Ramsir
Once there was a professor called Ramsir
His knowledge grew lesser and stressor
Understanding grew too small
Wasn’t bashful above all
That’s why he’s a renowned philosopher.
In rounds and circles he’s going a lot
Going back and forth for things he forgot
Gets half way here and there
He becomes quite aware
And his reasons for going round are shot.
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May 19, 2014
Form: Limerick (42+42=84 syllables)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Birthday and Aging humor by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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