Limerick 088 Poem by John Carter Brown
Limerick 088
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There was an old soldier named Stu
Who fell in a big pot of glue;
Of old, he'd placate
Or would prevaricate,
Now he sticks to his guns - he has too!
(Written Nov 2012)
Saturday, December 15, 2012
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4/16/2024 6:44:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There was an old sailor called Stu' who couldn't abide pointy shoes as he trod on my toes he got right up my nose and my how I blew, wouldn't you!