LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
POACHING MY WAY TO JAIL
My dinner was a little fish, its corpse was flaky and tender,
I caught it out of season, so I am a poaching fish, offender,
Last night I ate a rabbit,
I poached it; a bad habit,
Tuesday my crimes go before a judge, and to jail, he'll be my sender.
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