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Poems by Inchiki
Three Limericks
There once was a preciousest Ning
Who did ever the cleverest thing
She had a great spasm
While listening to Jazz FM
And invented a new type of swing
The flying bizarreness of Spam
Was under demand from a man
He wanted it cheap
And the sheep made no peep
So he minced them and fed them to Gran
The likeness of Boatemly Twot
Was captured for like it or not
When the brush tells a lie
Twixt the spark and the eye
'Tis the painter whose image is shot
