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Created on: September 22, 2007
GOLF
Golf was a game that was invented,
For sickos and all those demented.
They curse at the ball,
For they can't recall,
E'er seeing the pond where they sent it!
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Poetry: Limericks
AN UNLIKELY LIMERICK
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Most limericks aim for the mark -
Something bawdy, just for a lark.
But I thought
I once knew a girl in Mahon,
Whose trousers she could NOT get on.
Though her struggle was great -
Twas superfluous weight,
But
THE LIMERICK
It's a verse that is bawdy in jest
Written foully and part anapest
You may keep the meter
But say the word peter
And
by Jo Wells
Wild Beast
There once was a man from the east
Who tried to tame the wild beast
But when he would shout
The beast would then
by Djeem
I see that you have no degree,
In that case you're no use to me.
You need education
To succeed in this nation,
Or perhaps you
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