OK- so here's the unbelievable story I heard of of that cute Limerick limericker:
There once was a * limerick poet from Limerick
Who lived- all alone- on a farm.
Tired-out parents of babies would say to him "Pick
Us a verse that can babies becalm."
"We'll pay you with money if it does the trick.
Sleepless nights are doing us harm".
So that clever old bard- he'd think for a while
And then write up some lines for those folk
And the money flowed in- he got rich, lived in style.
Ate good food, drank good wine, never broke.
And to keep up this business of writing some verses
This bard used to visit the mothers.
When the fathers were out- my goodness, oh curses!
Soon more babies would follow the others....
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Starting again from Declan's initial line, this time aiming for a shared effort:
There once was a * limerick poet from Limerick
There once was a * limerick poet from Limerick
Who lived- all alone- on a farm.
Tired-out parents of babies would say to him "Pick
Us a verse that can babies becalm."
"We'll pay you with money if it does the trick.
Sleepless nights are doing us harm".
So that clever old bard- he'd think for a while
And then write up some lines for those folk
And the money flowed in- he got rich, lived in style.
Ate good food, drank good wine, never broke.
And to keep up this business of writing some verses
This bard used to visit the mothers.
When the fathers were out- my goodness, oh curses!
Soon more babies would follow the others....
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Starting again from Declan's initial line, this time aiming for a shared effort:
There once was a * limerick poet from Limerick
