Thorn
There was an old driver called Thorn,
Who said, 'I’m the best ever born,'
As he spoke of himself,
And his talents and wealth,
Despite all the faces forlorn,
He kept right on tooting his horn.
For FJ's trash-talking I Spit Fire contest
A 6-line limerick to meet the contest's minimum line requirement
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2013
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