Three Limericks Poem, by Classicmister, at My poetic side

There once was spider named Syd

Who lived under our avenue grid

He came up for some air

And gave us a scare

And we wished that he’d stayed where he’d hid

Today I went out to the shops

To buy half a dozen pork chops

But the butcher had none

So all said and done

We’ll have to make do with pig’s slops

There once was a young prince called Harry

An American actress he’d marry

In his book name of Spare

To the world he’d declare

Facts that are reckoned contrary

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