Inspired by Tom Cunningham's epic slates of limericks, here's a mini-slate for Friday...
CHANGE YOUR NAME, CHANGE YOUR LUCK There once was a chicken who had no luck No matter how she tried she couldn't cluck Brunhilde, her name To Donald, she changed Now she's a chicken who quacks like a duck IN HIS SOUP WAS A FLY There was a poor man, in his soup was a fly He just couldn't get that fly to go bye Turned his bowl upside down The fly spilled to the ground Now the soup is too cold, the poor man cried HE DID NOTHING BUT YAMMER Pam had a husband named Peter Hammer All day long he did nothing but yammer Into his corn pone She put little stones He talks less, but when he does, he stammers
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