There was a Chief Rabbi named Cohen,
Who said: “it’s my lawn that needs mowing”;
But the gardener vamoo,
‘Cos the roses were blue,
And now all the money is owing.
There was a Chief Rabbi named Cohen,
Who said: “it’s my lawn that needs mowing”;
But the gardener had fled,
‘Cos the roses weren't red,
And the grass, it keeps growing and growing.
n.b. This Limerick was written as an 'answer' to the following...
There was an Archbishop named Tait,
Who dined with a friend at 8.08;
I regret to relate,
I'm unable to state,
What Tait's tête-à-tête ate at 8.08.