Limerick Practice - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
In the jungle the lion is king.
To placate him the birds all do sing.
But watch out for the leopard
and his guardian, the shepherd.
They do form a familiar ring.
When the hunger starts bugging the leopard,
he could eat his old friend Mr. Shepherd.
But his honour runs deep
so they go after sheep
all the meat goes to leopard and shepherd.
Then the lion awakes from his nap.
Tells his females that all this is crap.
He runs after the leopard
but gets killed by the shepherd
and the little hyenas, they clap.
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