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Friday, November 5, 2010


A a limerick that doesn’t know when to quit.

There once was a man from Barbados
Who stuffed his cellar with tomatoes.
He started to shiver, and said with a quiver,
"Now where will I hide from tornadoes?"


There are no tornadoes on Barbados!
Occasional cyclones make tourists groan,
A sometime hurricane drives ships from the main,
Locals crave tomatoes and potatoes.
Soprano castratoes? Obbligatos!
But, tornadoes are verboten on Barbados!

Next in the Silly Poem series:
“Song for Benny,” a ballad of Lowcountry, Jawja.  (Go!)

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