Today, I pay tribute (or a homage if you will) to those that have suffered at the hands of this cruel cruel world.
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
A financier born in Sri Lanka
Who wrote poems, quite odd for a banker
he would take such delight
in his form oh so tight
how he revelled in Haiku and Tanka
There once lived a farmer called Phil
bought a bride on the web from Brazil
when she landed such shock
massive balls and a cock
it worked out though, shes hung, what a thrill
There once was a Vicar from Cannes
who when drunk went to bed with a man
Hes now happy it seems
with the man of his dreams
left the church, toured the world in a van
Okay lousy last line there but I wanted them to have a happy ending.
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