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There was a young weasel named Bob
Who belonged to ex-convict mob
When asked of his crime
He replied quickly in rhyme
"Madam, it is merely my job"
Bob once was my kind, loving pet
Who was tired of shots from the vet
Yet it wasn’t the pain
Or the nurse, oh so vain
But the tap that he’d never forget
There was so much I still couldn’t tell
‘Bout this rodent I thought I knew well
So t'was my fitting fate
That when cleaning a plate
Bob tapped me so hard that I fell
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- Title: Bob
- Artist: Yan Qi
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Description:
A set of 3 limericks telling the tale of Bob the revenge happy weasel. ^^ Written for a writing prompt. (BTW: The prompt was "someone tapped my shoulder...")
Please R&R&C!^^ - Date: 11/25/2009
- Tags: limericks weasel
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Blackfire Banshee - 12/08/2009
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ROFL!!!!!
I LOVE IT! - Report As Spam
- Cyntryli - 11/25/2009
- Funny limerick! It's also great how you put three limericks into one poem!
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