A Lady From Maine
There once was a lady from Maine
Whose fiancé drove her insane
They all called him Fred
He slept in his sled
His dogs howled again and again
Well she shot him twice in the head
The doctor said he was quite dead
The sheriff said, "Belle",
"I don't think you're well -
"You could use a nice feather bed."
2-3-2020
Contest: Your Best New Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2020
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