There was a young fellow of Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds.
In a month, silly ass,
He was covered in grass,
And couldn’t sit down for the weeds.
There's nothing like a limerick to put a smile on your dial.
To read some more visit Jeanette Winterson's poetry page.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
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