There once was a crazy named Devon,
who never matured from eleven.
His life and his name
are exactly the same,
So his Pops takes all of the credit.
Author notes
Devon means "old poet," and that's exactly what I am... so I guess my Pops chose wisely. Plus, he's part Irish, so I've always enjoyed doing "partial" limericks.
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Comments
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Don't blame him either! I used to go to school in Devon (place in England, uk) so I do find it rather strange but good thing is I've never met a nasty Devon, which is good
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This was a very entertaining limerick. The last line was really cute and it brought everything together. well done! oh, and that's really cool about "devon." I didn't know that.
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