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Sausaged

Mrs. Marks made wurst in the burg of Kover The smell made folks complain ever bolder. Their gripes grew so great She left town one eve late. Now they rejoice because the wurst is over.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/25/2016 8:10:00 PM

GREAT word play, Paul. also want to fave you . It's great to find a limerick writer here.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/25/2016 8:10:00 PM

I see Maurice Rigoler down here being all modest. Actually he IS about the wittiest guy for short forms that I have ever seen here.

Maurice Rigoler

Date: 11/4/2015 9:53:00 PM

Hahaha! This is another gem, Paul! Somewhere in my voluminous files I have a few on the subject of Gernan wursts. As for my having a reputation for a wicked wit, I am not aware of it. Someone has misled you. If I've offened your religious sensibilities, I apologize. Thanks for stopping by. And keep those limericks comingl / M

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 9/30/2015 10:45:00 PM

What a great play on words Paul. Thanks for the grin - Lindsay

Paul Schneiter
Date: 10/9/2015 11:07:00 PM

I value and appreciate your kind comment, Lindsay. During my 2 years in the army in Germany, I learned to like wurst, except for Blut (blood) wurst. I never could stomach that.

Jan Allison

Date: 9/27/2015 1:11:00 AM

LOL at the wurst is over - what a fabulous play on words Paul:-) hugs jan xx

Paul Schneiter
Date: 9/27/2015 8:11:00 AM

Thank you, Jan. Your always-insightful comments never fail to get my attention--and my respect.