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T (no first name) Wignesan


Limericks Crochtés: Once French Socialist Met Brit Counterpart


Once French Socialist met Brit counterpart
They turned right and round and round each other:
Frenchman took two steps right
Brit four right steps with might:
Ended up one on top of the other!

Then they met American new Leftist
Who taught them how to do the ragtime twist:
Turn left and then to right
And the twist will come right:
Now Far West Leftist sandwiched well-betwixt!

The Three met Russian-Chinese Communist
And danced round the Maypole on May Day feast:
A little to the left
And ropes knot in the cleft:
East showed West how to beat the Marxist “Beast”!

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2014

Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2014

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