Messing with Limericks

The was a wise man of Seattle

Who wrote in fine verse for his cattle

But what he couldn’t see

In the land of the free

Was that cattle prefer tittle-tattle

There was an old man from Des Moines

Whose nostrils were stuffed full of coins

When he went to sneeze

He shot dimes through his knees

But we noted no change in his loins

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