A Poem About A Lymerick
There was a young lady of Lucca Whose lovers completely forsook her;She ran up a tree
And said “Fiddle-de-dee!”
Which embarrassed the people of Lucca.
Love is intimate and forceful,
Having more than one at a time will cost you,
Whether you be he or she love move you.
There once was a man from Peru
Who had a lot of growing up to do,
He’d ring a doorbell,
then run like hell,
Until the owner shot him with a .22.
I couldn’t write for this so just enjoy.