Limerick Short Piece - 11

Poem By Maria Barbara Korynt

coy before the marathon (11)

young Jack, from the major city boy

he it always has in his eyes joy

when he is breathing the fresh air

going for ten eggs to the fair

is exercising like that because is coy

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