Oct 2019
There was an old poet named Mark
Who loved to steal walks in the park.
One day he was frightened,
A big dog did bite him.
He does nothing more on a lark.
Who loved to steal walks in the park.
One day he was frightened,
A big dog did bite him.
He does nothing more on a lark.
5/29/2018 - Poetry form: Limerick - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
