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Integrity
"I could fight you blindfolded
Both arms tied behind my back."
Snarled the visitor from Venice
As he poised fot the attack.
"I could fight you thus" I said.
"But I'm not so inclined.
T'would be a shady victory,
To beat a Venician blind."
Limerick I
There once was a tot with a popsicle,
Who was licking it gone from the topsicle.
But he soon lost his treat,
When it fell at his feet;
And he saw he had naught but a dropsicle.
Limerick II
Said a young lad bereft of his nickel,
(Which he spent on a big kosher pickle!)
I never will eatsa
Again after pizza.
I think that it's making me sickle.
Limerick III
If an A in this class is achievable
then I'll have to write poems believable
But to dash off a rhyme
at just any old time
is a task that I find most beleagureable
Limerick IV
The form of this poem is a limerick.
(Most poems you know, have a gimmerick.)
And to make up a rhyme
in quaint three quarter time
is something I haven't quite figured out.
Limerick V
It's biologically hard to believe it
(Do you think they can really achieve it?)
If I gave of a bone
Could they made me a clone?
(I asked, but they couldnt conceive it.)
© 1994 Rozie
All Rights Reserved
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