Bull O Ney!
I was travelin’ one day in Monroe
when I met a fair maid with a hoe.
Her garden was full.
Then in came the bull
so, she thought why not steak to go!
Her cupboard was bare, no meat was there!
And she liked her kabobs med’um rare…
She thought of baloney
but then, naw, that’s phony....
and she booked for that bull on a tear!
*Please read Constance’s (A Rambling Poet’s) Limerick Baloney!
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