Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Poetry: A Limerick


NICELY NOURISHED BY HIS MOTHER
HE DRANK MILK FROM COW'S UDDER
ATE TOMATOES WITH WHIPPED CREAM
IN HIS 'MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM'
YET 'SHAKESPEARE' WAS NOT MY BROTHER !!
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