There was a young fireman named James
Who called all his colleagues bad names;
So they stuffed up his hose,
Which got up his nose
'Cause now he can't douse any flames.
When i came back to your limerick again after a while, i feel sheer energy...very nice John, very nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Limerick..loved reading it.