There once was a barber from York
And as barbers can, boy could he talk;
But his clients complained
They were not entertained
And they filled his mouth up with a cork.
(Written May 2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow wow wow and wow again of this one. you deserves the title King of limericks dear John. sorry i wasn't around, (it was our final exams) but now i have more free times. yeah, barbers talk a lot, sometimes their speeches is a pure waffle, and its a nice solution to put a cork in their mouth. ha ha ha ha. really nice John, really nice.