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Limbo Limerick - Parody Conrad AIKEN
<< by Jonathan Robin >>
“It is time to make hay, love’s a’brim,
Though no sun shines a son’s lines no whim!
Let our stars spin together,
for fair future we’ll weather
when Sir loin lies out on a limb.”
“Your a wit”, she replied, teasing him,
“or a twit, more beside, if from chim-
panzee Pansy descends,
ova comes and rules bends,
stimulation new nation may hymn! ”
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