Friday, December 13, 2013

365 Poems in 365 Days: North West Limericks

There was a young lady from Barrow-in-Furness
Who has got into a bit of a mess
She’s had a few drinks
Ended head first in a sink
And is asleep in your bed I confess

Number 347, and posted on day 347. Am I up to date? Why yes, yes I am.

Someone was saying that the trick with Limericks was to pick and easy place to rhyme in the first line, "not like Barrow-in-Furness". Obviously I scribbled out a version of this in the next five minutes.

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