Not a Limerick
Methinks writing lim'ricks beneath me...
E'er they're like grinding one's teeth be...
They set one to cringing,
To moaning and whinging,
So instead this five-liner I bequeath thee.
Copyright © Daniel Beus | Year Posted 2012
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