Limerick 117 Poem by John Carter Brown
Limerick 117
There once was a fellow named Fred
Who bought him a water-filled bed;
But worst came to worst
When the stupid thing burst,
Nearly drowned him, and left him for dead.
(Written Dec 2013)
Soon you will receive knighthood for your great limericks. Sir John - sounds good, doesn't it? Well, you deserve it, good job!
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8/24/2026 11:25:06 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Great limerick john you made me smile on a dark cold day so well done