Welcome all, to my Limerick Boutique.
I'll be publishing rhymes twice a wique
At my readers' behest
So if you will suggest
A new theme, I'll produce what you sique.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
A porcupine, twiddling her quill,
Was pondering the idea of free will.
She decided to wait;
Leave it all up to fate.
I believe that she's sitting there still.
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