There was a young fella named Pete
Who was born with two uneven feet;
He was tall - a six-footer,
But veered to the gutter
Whenever he walked down the street.
(Written Nov 2012)
A very tall fella called Trevor could never sit well in a lecture, he'd wriggle and squirm right until the next term but was ever so, ever so clever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poor Pete - another brilliant limerick John.