Battered Sausage

A butcher got trapped in his store/
With frozen meat products galore;/
He did what he could/
And grabbed a black pud/
Then used it to bash in the door.///

 

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About twitmericks

There is an old fellow called Mick/Who's been penning the odd limerick/I admit he's no Keats/But he does them in tweets/So to follow, you just have to click. https://twitter.com/#!/twitmericks "The limerick master of the twitterati" (The Guardian).
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