three limericks
a mosquito drank blood from a hippie
then he flew in circles saying yippie,
was amazed as he grooved,
but was dazed and confused,
now this mosquito lives in a tee-pee.
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there was a black cat named Spike,
laid in sunlight so quiet,
was fast as he fled,
but soon knocked his head,
now it's a liquid diet,
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Ollie octopus lives in the sea,
eight tentacles, he thought he was free,
followed the currents jet,
tangled up in a net,
now served with garlic, olives and brie.
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