Holiday Limericks
Young Mary wanted to learn how to cook,
she didn’t like the recipes of the book.
So, chose her favorite food,
she knew that would be so good.
On hand lessons from her mother she took.
She decided to cook crispy fish fry,
went to the kitchen to give it a try.
Pan was red hot, she didn’t care,
fillet got burnt in the flare.
With a sigh she vowed to bake apple pie.
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