In case you haven’t figured it out, April is National Poetry Month. Hence, all the silly limericks I’ve been foisting on you. Here are a couple more.
A dragon from Skyclaw would fly
From the north to the south, and he’d fry
Some big tuna fishes
Because they’re delicious;
Then back to the north he would hie.
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A dragon whose hoard was admired
Thought a housekeeper required.
While dusting the coin
A few she’d purloin;
So the housekeeper had to be fired.
How was the housekeeper fired? Just losing her job, or being attacked with fire from the dragon?
Don’t you love a vague ending?