Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Scandinavian Limerick

There once was a poem from Sweden
Which had all the rhymes it was needin'.
Except at the end
For when it did wend
To the end it had nothing to rhyme with.


John said...

Jag är förvirrad?

W.B. Picklesworth said...

My Swedish is rather weak,
Kind of like half of a leek.

John said...

Me too... but I had to say