NAPOWRIMO Day 11
Today, and just for fun, I thought I'd write a limerick. I don't think I've written one of these in ten years! Who could believe it...
Anyway, without further adieu, today's poem:
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Great Grandma and a Country Politician
My great-grandmother would curse left and right
about politics each day and each night.
"That damned drunken Sonny,"
she'd say, "steals all our money,
she'd say, "steals all our money,
and so he ought'a be locked up tight!"
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