There once was a poet from Shanghai
Who wanted to give limericks a try.
But instead of sounding naughty
Or even slightly bawdy,
They sounded like the code of a spy.
There once was a poet from Shanghai
Who wanted to give limericks a try.
But instead of sounding naughty
Or even slightly bawdy,
They sounded like the code of a spy.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Tagged as David E. Booker, joke, limerick, Monday, poem, poet, poetry, Shanghai, writing humor
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