Just Two Limericks - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
There was a young lady from Perth
who was born on the day of her birth.
She grew older with grace
and wore Persian lace.
She died lonely and soon left this earth.
A spinster of St. Maxime, France
on a Friday went out to a dance,
in the hope that she might
find a young shining knight,
she was homely at first and last glance.
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