Limerick For Theo
There once was a man from Angora
who had eyes on our sweet Theodora,
she said foreigners will
never fight to the kill.
He went back to the box of Pandora.
I have missed this peculiar soul,
she had left and abandoned her role.
When she stopped in for tea
it was easy to see
she was real and never a troll.
She has mentioned that what she prefers
is the limerick of his and of hers.
So I dedicate this
with a frontal bone kiss
which we can, if desired, rehearse.
Dedicated to Theodora Onken