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Limericks I cannot compose,
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With noxious smells in my nose.
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But this one was easy,
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I only felt queasy,
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Because I was sniffing my toes.
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There was a young woman named Bright,
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Whose speed was much faster than light.
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She set out one day,
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In a relative way,
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And returned on the previous night.
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There was an odd fellow named Gus,
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When traveling he made such a fuss.
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He was banned from the train,
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Not allowed on a plane,
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And now travels only by bus.
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There once was a fly on the wall,
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I wonder, why didn’t it fall?
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Because its feet stuck? Or was it just luck?
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Or does gravity miss things so small?
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There once was a man from Tibet,
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Who couldn’t find a cigarette
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So he smoked all his socks,
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and got chicken-pox,
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and had to go to the vet.
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There was a young woman named Bright,
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Whose speed was much faster than light.
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She set out one day,
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In a relative way,
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And returned on the previous night.
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I need a front door for my hall,
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The replacement I bought was too tall.
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So I hacked it and chopped it,
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And carefully lopped it,
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And now the dumb thing is too small
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There once was a boy named Dan,
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who wanted to fry in a pan.
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He tried and he tried,
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and eventually died,
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that weird little boy named Dan.
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A newspaperman named Fling,
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Could make “copy” from any old thing.
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But the copy he wrote,
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Of a five-dollar note,
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Was so good he now wears so much bling.
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I know an old owl named Boo,
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Every night he yelled Hoo,
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Once a kid walked by,
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And started to cry,
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And yelled I don’t have a clue!
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I once fell in love with a blonde,
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But found that she wasn’t so fond.
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Of my pet turtle named Odle,
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whom I’d taught how to Yodel,
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So she dumped him outside in the pond.
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I’d rather have Fingers than Toes,
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I’d rather have Ears than a Nose.
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And as for my Hair,
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I’m glad it’s all there,
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I’ll be awfully sad, when it goes.
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There was a Young Lady whose chin
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Resembled the point of a pin:
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So she had it made sharp,
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And purchased a harp,
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And played several tunes with her chin. (Edward Lear)
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Hickory Dickory dock,
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the mouse ran up the clock;
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the clock struck one
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and down he run;
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hickory Dickory dock. (Charles Perrault)
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There was a faith-healer of Deal,
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Who said: “Although pain isn’t real,
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If I sit on a pin
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And it punctures my skin,
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I dislike what I fancy I feel.
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My dog is really quite hip,
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Except when he takes a cold dip.
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He looks like a fool,
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when he jumps in the pool,
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and reminds me of a sinking ship.
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A painter, who lived in Great Britain,
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Interrupted two girls with their knitting,
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He said, with a sigh,
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That park bench–well I,
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Just painted it, right where you’re sitting.
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There is a young schoolboy named Mason,
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Whose mom cuts his hair with a basin.
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When he stands in one place,
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With a scarf round his face,
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It’s a mystery which way he’s facing.
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There was a young schoolboy of Rye,
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Who was baked by mistake in a pie.
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To his mother’s disgust,
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He emerged through the crust,
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And exclaimed, with a yawn, Where am I?
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An elderly man called Keith,
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Mislaid his set of false teeth.
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They’d been laid on a chair,
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He’d forgot they were there,
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Sat down, and was bitten beneath.
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There was an old man of Peru,
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Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
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He woke in the night,
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With a terrible fright,
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And found it was perfectly true.
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The incredible Wizard of Oz,
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Retired from his business becoz.
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Due to up-to-date science,
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To most of his clients,
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He wasn’t the Wizard he woz.
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Once I visited France,
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And learned a new, awesome dance.
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I twirled,
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And I swirled,
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And Is it me or the nature of money,
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That’s odd and particularly funny.
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But when I have dough,
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It goes quickly, you know,
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And seeps out of my pockets like honey.
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I lost my pants.
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Is it me or the nature of money,
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That’s odd and particularly funny.
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But when I have dough,
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It goes quickly, you know,
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And seeps out of my pockets like honey.
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There once was a farmer from Leeds,
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Who swallowed a packet of seeds.
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It soon came to pass,
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He was covered with grass,
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But has all the tomatoes he needs.
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A fellow jumped off a high wall,
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And had a most terrible fall.
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He went back to bed,
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With a bump on his head,
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That’s why you don’t jump off a wall.
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A man and his lady-love, Min,
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Skated out where the ice was quite thin.
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Had a quarrel, no doubt,
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For I hear they fell out,
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What a blessing they didn’t fall in!
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There was a young lady of Cork,
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Whose Pa made a fortune in pork.
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He bought for his daughter,
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A tutor who taught her,
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To balance green peas on her fork.
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There once was a Martian called Zed
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With antennae all over his head.
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He sent out a lot
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Di-di-dash-di-dot
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But nobody knew what he said!
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There once was a girl named Sam
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Who did not eat roast beef and ham
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She ate a green apple
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Then drank some Snapple
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Some say she eats like a lamb.
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Said the man with a wink of his eye
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‘But I love you‘ and then the reply
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From the girl, it was heard
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‘You are truly absurd!
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I have only this moment walked by!’
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A wonderful bird is the Pelican.
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His beak can hold more than his belly can.
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He can hold in his beak
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Enough food for a week!
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But I’ll be darned if I know how the hellican?
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There was once a great man in Japan
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Whose name on Tuesday began,
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It lasted through Sunday
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Till twilight on Monday
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And it sounded like stones in a can.
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There was a young man so benighted
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He never knew when he was slighted;
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He would go to a party
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And eat just as hearty,
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As if he’d been really invited.
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There was an old man from Sudan,
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Whose limericks never would scan.
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When told this was so,
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He said, ‘yes, I know.
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‘But I always try to get as many syllables into the last line as I possibly can.’
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A maiden at college, Miss Breeze,
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Weighed down by B.A.s and Lit.D’s,
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Collapsed from the strain,
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Said her doctor, “It’s plain
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You are killing yourself—by degrees!”
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A canner, exceedingly canny,
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One morning remarked to his granny,
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“A canner can can
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Anything that he can;
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But a canner can’t can a can, can he?”
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A mouse in her room woke Miss Dowd
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She was frightened—it must be allowed.
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Soon a happy thought hit her—
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To scare off the critter,
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She sat up in bed and meowed.
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There was a young woman named Kite,
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Whose speed was much faster than light,
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She set out one day,
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In a relative way,
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And returned on the previous night.
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A flea and a fly in a flue,
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Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
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Said the fly, “Let us flee!”
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“Let us fly,” said the flea,
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And they flew through a flaw in the flue.
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A major, with wonderful force,
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Called out in Hyde Park for a horse.
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All the flowers looked round,
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But no horse could be found;
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So he just rhododendron, of course.
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A nifty young flapper named Jane
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While walking was caught in the rain.
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She ran–almost flew,
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Her complexion did too,
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And she reached home exceedingly plain.
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“There’s a train at 4:04,” said Miss Jenny.
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“Four tickets I’ll take; have you any?”
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Said the man at the door,
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“Not four for 4:04,
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For four for 4:04 is too many.”
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A canny young fisher named Fisher
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Once fished from the edge of a fissure.
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A fish with a grin
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Pulled the fisherman in—
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Now they’re fishing the fissure for Fisher.
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Here’s to the chigger,
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The bug that’s no bigger
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Than the point of an undersized pin;
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But the welt that he raises
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Sure itches like blazes,
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And that’s where the rub comes in!
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A cheerful old bear at the Zoo
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Could always find something to do.
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When it bored him, you know,
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To walk to and fro,
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He reversed it and walked fro and to.
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The bottle of perfume that Willie sent
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Was highly displeasing to Millicent;
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Her thanks were so cold
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They quarreled, I’m told,
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Through that silly scent Willie sent Millicent.
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I bought a new Hoover today,
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Plugged it in in the usual way,
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Switched it on – what a din;
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It sucked everything in,
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Now I’m homeless with no place to stay.
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A crossword compiler named Moss
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Who found himself quite at a loss
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When asked, ‘Why so blue?’
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Said, ‘I haven’t a clue
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I’m 2 Down to put 1 Across.’
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I’m papering walls in the loo
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And quite frankly I haven’t a clue;
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For the pattern’s all wrong
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(Or the paper’s too long)
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And I’m stuck to the toilet with glue.
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There once was an old man of Esser,
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Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
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It at last grew so small
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He knew nothing at all
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And now he’s a college professor.
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To compose a sonata today,
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Don’t proceed in the old-fashioned way:
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With your toes on the keys,
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Bang the floor with your knees:
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“Oh how modern!” the critics will say.
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There was a young lady named Perkins,
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Who just simply doted on gherkins.
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In spite of advice,
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She ate so much spice,
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That she pickled her internal workins’.
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There was an old man of Nantucket
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Who kept all his cash in a bucket;
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But his daughter, named Nan
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Ran away with a man —
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And as far as the bucket, Nantucket.
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There was a young lady of Kent,
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Whose nose was most awfully bent.
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She followed her nose
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One day, I suppose —
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And no one knows which way she went.
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There was a young lady named Hannah,
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Who slipped on a peel of banana.
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As she lay on her side,
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More stars she espied
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Than there are in the Star-Spangled Banner.
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There was a dear lady of Eden,
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Who on apples was quite fond of feedin’;
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She gave one to Adam,
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Who said, “Thank you, Madam,”
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And then both skedaddled from Eden.
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A certain young fellow named Bee-Bee
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Wished to wed a woman named Phoebe.
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“But,” he said, “I must see
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What the clerical fee
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Be before Phoebe be Phoebe Bee-Bee
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Remember when nearly sixteen
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On your very first date as a teen
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At the movies? If yes,
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Then I bet you can’t guess
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What was shown on the cinema screen.
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There was an old person of Fratton
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Who would go to church with his hat on.
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‘If I wake up,’ he said,
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‘With a hat on my head,
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I will know that it hasn’t been sat on.’
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My neighbor came over to say
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(Although not in a neighborly way)
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That he’d knock me around
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If I didn’t curb the sound
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Of the classical music I play.
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I told him, “Get out of my place
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You’re an utter uncultured disgrace;
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You’re a simpleton loon.
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Don’t you know a good tune?”
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Then he walloped me square in the face.
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There was a young man from Dealing
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Who caught the bus for Ealing.
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It said on the door
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‘Don’t spit on the floor’
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So he jumped up and spat on the ceiling
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As 007 walked by
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He heard a wee spider say, “Hi.”
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But shaken, he shot
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It right there on the spot
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As it tried to explain, “I’m a spi …”
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A tutor who tooted the flute
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Tried to tutor two tooters to toot
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Said the two to the tutor
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“Is it tougher to toot or
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To tutor two tooters to toot?”
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No woodsman would cut a wood, would he
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If woods would be woodless – nor should he.
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Yet no woodcutter would
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Cut a woody-wood wood
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If no woodsmen cut woody woods, would he?
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There once was a man from the sticks
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Who loved to compose limericks
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But he failed at his sport
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They were always too short
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Parade Daily
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Celebrity interviews, recipes and health tips delivered to your inbox.
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A poet whose friends called him Steve
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Once showed quite a will to achieve
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His skill grew so strong
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That his poems grew long
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And he sadly was forced to abbrev.
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If you catch a chinchilla in Chile
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And cut off its beard, willy-nilly
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You can honestly say
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That you have just made
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A Chilean chinchilla’s chin chilly
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There once was a man named Muvett
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Who lived in the city of Lovett
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But his car broke down
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Two miles out of town
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And Muvett had to shove it to Lovett!
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There once was a beautiful nurse
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Who carried an ugly old purse
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But she tripped on the door
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And fell on the floor
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And they both went away in the hearse.
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There was a young girl from Flynn
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Who was so terribly thin
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When she sipped lemonade
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Through a straw in the shade
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She slipped through the straw and fell in!
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There once was a man from Gorem
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Had a pair of tight pants and he wore ’em
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When he bowed with a grin
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A draft of air rushed in
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And he knew by the sound that he tore ’em!
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There once was a man from the city
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Stooped to pat what he thought was a kitty
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He gave it a pat
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But it wasn’t a cat-
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They buried his clothes – what a pity!
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There once was a gal from Decatur
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Who went to sing in a the-a-ter
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But the poor little thing
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When she started to sing
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Got hit by a rotten termater! (tomato)
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%
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What happens when you retire?
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You really don’t have to inquire –
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No job and no phone
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There’s no place but home,
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And your checkbook’s about to expire!
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%
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At times I’m so mad that I’m hopping.
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My angriness sets my veins popping.
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I yell and I curse,
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With swear words diverse,
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But my wife does much worse: she goes shopping
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One Saturday morning at three,
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A cheese monger’s shop in Paree.
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Collapsed to the ground,
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With a thunderous sound,
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Leaving only a pile of de brie.
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