Limerick: Once a Sick Sikh In a Great Hurry

Limerick : Once a sick Sikh in a great hurry

Once a sick Sikh in a great hurry
Went to see a doctor after (a) hot curry
He hurried back mid-way
You know why so don’t bray
Now (he) sees doctors only when merry.
                               or
Since (he) sees doctors under a lorry
                               or
Now he sees proctors I’m so sorry.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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