Limericks. Again.


I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects.  What do you reckon?

There once hailed a priest from Manilla

who turned out was a serial killer

Though on Sundays he’d rest

with the saved and the blessed

Then on Monday, kill whores, what a thriller









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