The best children’s rhyme, or limerick, I have hear to this
day was written at my brother at the age of 8.
It captures completely his childhood essence, and I would like to share
him with you all. It goes:
There once
was a lady from France,
Who bought
some new ruby-red pants.
She went to
a ball,
And fell
down the hall,
And that
was the end of her dance.
I have nothing more to say on this brilliance.
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