There is a boy named Tom,
modest, smart and really calm,
he should learn that life is pretty,
birds sing, listen to their ditty,
his heart has grown in the kindness's farm
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ellias, i don't know if this follows precisely any formal limerick standards, but it is close enough for me. i like it! it sounds good and is a pleasant 'story' about Mr. Tom. thanks for sharing. how are you doing, pal? bri :)