Limerick 12 Poem by Phil Soar

Limerick 12

Rating: 3.5


A man here was sent to Calcutta
As his language belonged in the gutter
Expletives galore
Were expelled from his jaw
A no-one much cared for his stutter

Monday, January 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: limerick
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