Well they gave him a golden medallion
For his sportscar... a regular stallion
It was not what he sought
But it seems that he got
The minimum miles per gallion
(a Shell award, I believe)
Who was it that gave you the trio? Was it my brother-in-law, Theo? Now what could be worse that a forced kind of verse? (But to do it must fill you with glee, though!)
Oops, I just noticed a misprint. The first word in the fourth line should have been THAN instead of THAT.
I get the trios from the complete book of filthy limericks and clean them up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Still better than gallons per mile. : -)