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On the Discovery of Cyclone #11 and a Card-Playing Bear . (Limerick) by MacFrantic Come quick and drink it up fast
Wash down all the sea salt and bass
For a sailor to sail
In a cyclone of ale
Will assure a fine mess on the mast
If ever a bear did exist
Who could trump you so soundly at whist
Would you thrown down your cards
And let down your guard
As to warrant a bite on the wrist
Up the ladder:
mythical
Down the ladder:
Who is it for anyway?
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Posted: April 5, 2004 11:56 AM PDT; Last modified: April 5, 2004 11:56 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.313765 Overall Rank: 3576 Comments:
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deleted user @ 68.169.177.107
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5-Apr-04/2:23 PM
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Cute, but rhymes are forced.
I knew this old East German raver
Who'd do me sometimes for a favor Man, she was so hirsute That to locate her chute Took an hour with an electric shaver 226 view(s)
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