Happy Limerick Day, everybody! There’s no way this ends well
Keep it clean, people.
So, today is Limerick Day, which has nothing to do with the nuclear (pronounced: NOO cue ler) power plant in southeast Pennsylvania. It's a day to celebrate poetry! But not just any poetry...the Dane Cook of poetry forms, the Limerick!
It's also a terrible excuse to post my favorite poem...the author of which is entirely unknown to me. I could probably look it up, but I'm not that concerned.
There once was a man from Nantucet
Who got on a train to Boston
This poem doesn't rhyme
And the last line is missing
You'll have to just imagine me snapping my fingers together.
Thank you. Thank you.
It's also a terrible excuse to post my favorite poem...the author of which is entirely unknown to me. I could probably look it up, but I'm not that concerned.
There once was a man from Nantucet
Who got on a train to Boston
This poem doesn't rhyme
And the last line is missing
You'll have to just imagine me snapping my fingers together.
Thank you. Thank you.
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