Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Limericks


#1
There once was a girl named Talia, if she was small shed be Smallia.
She loved her pringles, and sat on the shingles and sometimes went to the mall-ia

#2
When you try to fall asleep and you start to drift to deep and your mind thinks of things you don`t want to hear and you think of things so very queer. And then you end up counting sheep

#3
my thoughts are a muddle, much like a puddle. My legs are so tired, they burn like fire, and as I watch the turning tire my sleepyness is not very subtle.

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