Johnny should have gone to bed.
But he shot some craps instead.
His first roll was a seven. He lead!
That's natural for me" he said.
Then came a run of twos. He bled!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for purposes of limerick five-rhymer we need L3and4 to be shorter (like around six syll) Old Man Kelly has one up take a look please