(limerick)intro To A Tom Swifty #674 - Poem by WES Vogler
I had thought things were moving quite nicely
In my yacht (I had purchased it pricely)
When all progress just ceased
P'raps the gods were dis-pleased?
I knew naught of the reason, precisely...
said Tom... DIS-GUST-EDLY
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