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GEEZ! DAMN FLEAS!
A flea-bitten dog in Tupelo
Did scratch till his hide was like Jello.
Though he was bathed and sprayed
With flea powder and Raid,
He ceased not to howl and to bellow.
Poor fellow!
HORNY ROOSTER, OR WHAT PRICE EGGS?
A rooster that crowed every morn
Made me think he was blowing a horn.
This went on every day
And made all the hens lay,
But it made me wish he weren’t born.
DRINKING AND SINKING
Two old chums in a bar for some beer
Drank so much that their heads were unclear.
They got into their car,
Didn’t get very far,
And soon veered off a pier that was near.
WHOM TO BLAME
In this country’s political game
You should know all the good guys by name.
If you don’t know who’s good,
As a smart voter should,
For bad results you’ve yourself to blame.
EDWARD AND GEORGE—NOT THE KINGS
Edward Lear’s limericks were a smash.
G. B. Shaw’s rhymes were also a bash.
I don’t think mine compare;
Such great “limerists” are rare.
Mine, perhaps, are a bit of a hash.