poopling soup recipes #140

there was a poet that wore strange wigs 
they were made with wool and broken twigs
his rhymes were always corked 
their meaning often forked 
as that poet wrote between rum swigs


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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

poopling soup recipes #128

there was a poet in a fresh grave 
who rang a bell for his butler dave 
but dave had gone away 
to serve time without pay
for giving the poet his last shave 

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poopling soup recipes #199

there was a goblin driving a car 
after drinking all night in a bar 
the road threw a hard right 
then ducked down out of sight 
thats how goblin's world became fubar

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick