Limerick: Once A Rich Widow Went To The Globe - Poem by T Wignesan
Once a rich Widow went to the Globe*
To fill her pipes in a jolly robe
A lone lost-looking bloke
Lost his poke in her choke
Now all he’s good for is to blow globe.
What he should do now is to blow The Globe!
• Globe: A café-restaurant in Paris where the old and the young get to meeting.
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