A boy soprano, from a small Irish farm,
enjoyed singing the twenty-third psalm;
but now, sad to say,
his voice having broken one day,
he sings tenor with nary a qualm.
A contest entry
- Limericks for Paddy's and Micks. by tarcus.
900 points, ended March 18, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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close but not close enough for me sorry


