The sort of sword of Sir Sop
is quick to accidentally lop
a toe off a dragon,
but then, it starts saggin'
and disappears with an audible pop!

Rather bored in class I was sitting,
thinking my limericks are rather a pity.
They don't make you laugh,
not even the half,
'cause they just don't say anything witty!

Lindsey Milton 1993

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