Some years ago I wrote a set of 26 Limericks about animals,
one animal per letter of the alphabet. (Yes, my ‘X’ limerick was rather a
cop-out.) Here’s one of them; there will be more, whether or not people ask for
them:
At a poetry reading a Vulture
said “I don’t care for this culture.
when it comes to the crunch
a dead poet’s lunch —
though of course I don’t mean to insult yer.”
said “I don’t care for this culture.
when it comes to the crunch
a dead poet’s lunch —
though of course I don’t mean to insult yer.”
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