Limerick

Limerick

• I knew a young man from Moon,
  When ever he touched his tune,
  He shot down the stare
  and ran for a care
  And fell off into the loon.
• There was an old man of Moon,
  When ever he touched his tune,
  He jumped on the hair
  and hadn't a wear
  And jumped off into the loon.
• There was an old man of Hyde,
  He shouted loud for a pride,
  He suprised a hair
  and climbed into a wear
  It was an astonishing side.
• There was an old man of Hyde,
  If you stepped on his pride,
  He shot down the red
  and ran for a head
  It was an astonishing side.
• There was an old man of New York,
  When ever he touched his stalk,
  He climbed into a red
  and shot down the head
  It was an astonishing fork.