A Limerick for Me

Someone wrote me a limerick. Poetry is the way to a girl’s heart.

There once was a girl who liked fried chicken 
Especially if it was finger lickin’ 
With great flare 
She cut off her hair 
But she still could make one heart’s quicken. 

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One thought on “A Limerick for Me

  1. Haha! Love it!

    Jessica Ann Auguste

    “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate but that we are powerful beyond measure.”

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