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[aquabean]

Sinister Limericks
by X.J. Kennedy

Can Great-grandmother's mind be unsound?
Every midnight she totters around
Voicing cries of distress
In a dripping wet dress
That she got off of someone who drowned.

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As Eliza stood twanging her zither
She beheld a vast sea serpent slither,
Oozing slime, up the beach
Till it came within reach
And she disappeared, no one knows whither.

~

Wailed an earnest young monk of Duluth
"Where O where is the ultimate truth?"
All at once from above
Dropped the dump of a dove—
Prompt reply, if a little uncouth.

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A lugubrious lady of Lawrence
Would regard each new day with abhorrence.
"When I wake up," she said,
"Just to get out of bed
Seems a good deal more work than it warrants."