There was a young woman from Doon
Sang loudly but never in tune
The neighbours got mad
They beat up her dad
She\'s now solo act on the moon.
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There was a young man named Boris
Who fell so in love with a Doris
They sold so much weed
The bobbies took heed
They fled far and fast in their Morris.
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I enjoyed the limericks put up by Michael Edwards and other MPS poets. Trying out a couple here. (Apologies for the juvenile drawing!)