Quentin

There once was a man named Quentin
Who rhymed with things that were lent, 'n'
Then once in a while
He'd rhyme with a smile
'N' put stuff he really hadn't meant in!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Hendricks Avatar
April 23, 2013 at 3:04 PM
hahaha, the story of my life. My poems metamorphose (?) themselves for the sake of rhyming. Nice limerick, Quentin. :)
Ehlinger Avatar
April 23, 2013 at 9:05 PM
Sometimes I find that word That we have all heard That means what I want then But comes back to haunt when I discover there's another Meaning to it undercover
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