The last three nights or so I've been writing a poem about a dead giraffe on my doorstep. It's not finished yet but when it's done I'll post it. You'll love it.
Instead I shall relay two limericks I wrote quite a while ago. One I wrote in college and one I wrote in high school. The latter was in an exceptionally funny and good-humored war with my older sister. Ready? Here goes:
There once was a piglet named Joyce
Who oinked at the top of her voice
Her owner grew tired
Now Joyce has expired
And bacons the breakfast of choice.
My sister had awful breath
'Twas the cause of her untimely death
Not sorry she's gone
She was Satan's spawn
And her singing left us all deaf.*
*That last line doesn't quite rhyme but it's hysterically funny so what the heck, right?
There you go people. Happy Monday!
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