(limerick) Aunt Morticia's Will
Aunt Morticia's e'er changing her will
The fam'ly has all had their fill
Uncle Mortimer deems:
"A fresh-heir fiend, it seems."
If he's able to joke, out 'twill spill.
(my poetic license is in danger of being revoked)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow that is good probably the best limerick on Morticia I have ever seen