The was a Young Lady of Bute,
Who played on a silver-gilt flute;
She played several jigs,
To her uncle's white pigs,
That amusing Young Lady of Bute.
Funny part is last line.
Sorry to tell this folks but he died 128 years ago. Never mind, there is always mine.
Well done limerick. Written for the fun sport of having written something. I cannot see how memorizing it and repeating it would improve my understanding of life or deepen my understanding of mankind
Fantastic limerick with stunning stuff. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.
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