sugar and spice

Name limerick

sugar and spiceI just found this limerick I wrote many years ago based on a co-workers name. I hope you enjoy it!

There once was a lady named Janine
Who was the antithesis of mean
Like the poem, she was nice
Made of sugar and spice,
And everyone thought she was keen

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