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.

3 comments:

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