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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
