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Limerick for 2025 [no.1]
I once had a whirlwind romance,
with a snowman I’d met at a dance:
though his name, it was Dick,
he’d less carrot than stick,
and sweet bugger all in his pants.
Sunday 5th January 2025 10:50 pm
THE BALLAD OF THE FRIGHTENED EAGLE
You'll often see them running
and chasing across the plains,
a rabbit skipping and laughing
at an eagle, in great pains.
But why's the eagle running,
surely he can fly?
Sadly he’s afraid of heights
and frightened he may die.
An eagle that can't fly,
well surely that's not right,
it's just like having an owl
who won't come out at night.
But then on...
Saturday 18th July 2015 1:59 pm
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