Another Silly Limerick
I finally found that other limerick I wrote in fifth or sixth grade. I love playing with limericks!
There once was a cat
Who was very, very fat
He really got my goat
When he stole my new boat
And sat on my very best hat.
I finally found that other limerick I wrote in fifth or sixth grade. I love playing with limericks!
There once was a cat
Who was very, very fat
He really got my goat
When he stole my new boat
And sat on my very best hat.
Erg! This is more difficult than I had originally thought. Oh, well. Better late than never! 52 Haiku! Was I on drugs or something? Nope. Just plain crazy. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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