Monday, June 12, 2006

extended limerick

meant to be read in limerick rhythm

There was a young girl from Bengal
Who had no phone manners at all
She'd yack and she'd yack
You couldn't talk back
Just mutter resentfully at her gall
And wait for when in love she will fall
With a guy named Jack
Who'll put her out of whack
Wondering just when he will finally call

1 Comments:

Blogger bitchlet said...

HAHAHHAHA....

6:19 AM  

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