There once was a season called summer
That absented itself times without number
But in 2013
We were glad it had been
Then it went again. That was a bummer.
Summers Ending (Photo credit: `James Wheeler)
English: Cover for A Book of Nonsense by Edward Lear (ca 1875 James Miller edition) Français : Couverture de A Book of Nonsense d’Edward Lear (édition James Miller, vers 1875) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A word in a poem was sought.
Such a limerick cannot be bought.
A wish for a woosh
I can grant at a push:
It was easy. Who would have thought?
There once was a god called Narcissus,
Who preferred his own self to his Mrs.
So large was his ego,
He had no amigo,
So he just had to mind his own business.
There once was iambic pentameter,
Who wanted to test his parameter.
He rhymed to impress,
But his feet became stressed,
And the stanza just was a calamit…er…
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