Limerick: Once A Rich Janitress Rode On A Broom - Poem by T Wignesan
Once a rich Janitress rode on a broom
From cheek to jowl her looks spelt dire doom
She thought she owned the world
And the world owed her gold
So she chewed gold and lost gums and bloom.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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