Limerick Practice 89

Poem By Herbert Nehrlich

He pushed and he strained and he struggled
and she wiggled and giggled and juggled
but they did not succeed
to take care of their need
all four of their hemispheres boggled.

Comments about Limerick Practice 89

How is it you always put me at a loss for words.......I laughed the whole way through! ! !
A very funny limirick, H! A man of many talents!
I laughed out loud at this one!

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