Limerick: Hot-Crossed

Let me tell you about a woman named Belinda
Who sat herself down on a fiery cinda
The neighbor’s dogs heard her howl
And they set up a raucous yowl
Poor Belinda’s rump roast was baked but quite tinda

Thus poor Belinda’s tail ends

 

Posted at dVerse Poets Pub for Quadrille night.

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