Monday, June 25, 2012

An Example of My own Limerick

There was once a Lady Gouldian named Harry.
Whose mask was as red as a cherry.
He danced and sang with ease,
Wanting to share his love for someone special, if you please.
Let's bring him some millet,
and if you drop it,
the millet will grow into a green leafy bush.

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