Dear Bobby Mcgee
In a horrible dull monotone
Bobby spoke, and his girlfriend would moan,
“No kisses from me,
dear Bobby McGee
till you first kiss the old Blarney Stone.”
Written March 15, 2017 for
Kim Merryman's Luck of the Irish Limerick Contest
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