Don'T Tell My Dad
There once was a young tot named Fazool
Who attends a posh nursery school
Got himself in a pickle
For charging a mere nickel
Each time he let a girl see his tool.
Fazool was an enterprising lad
He didn't think it was awfully bad
To expose his small private
He would surely survive it
As long as nobody told his dad!
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written February 26, 2021
For Limericks Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Syllable count 99779 checked with PS
Syllable count 99779 checked with How Many Syllable
The two checkers do not agree, so required a minor change.
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