There once was Washington Porker, <br />where the climate is often a corker. <br />When he grilled his pork chops <br />someone called for the cops, <br />seems that chops would offend a New Yorker. <br /> <br />It is strange how we measure each other <br />with a tape for the one, not his brother <br />and his sister again <br />on a scale up to ten <br />has more rights than her father and mother. <br /> <br />I remember Napoleon well, <br />he would sleep while attached to a bell, <br />at a pissy four feet <br />he would ring in defeat <br />for his foes, and then sent them to hell. <br /> <br />It is called an abuse of position, <br />often based on extreme superstition. <br />But, I blame not the man <br />who will kill when he can <br />as it MAY change his disposition<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/limerick-fun-again/
