There once was a man who’d employ/
His talents to bring the world joy:/
In women’s attire,/
“He’s not the Messiah”,/
He shrieked, “He’s a very naughty boy!”*///
*Apologies for the extra syllable in the last line. I’m normally strict on metre, but I felt a little leeway could be allowed here.
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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