There was a young man from Hungary
who always wore his blue dungarees.
In summer they fit;
in winter not a whit.
Kürtőskalács made his rump “rumper-y.”
the !n(tro)verted yogi
nomadic, poetic, and sometimes ascetic
There was a young man from Hungary
who always wore his blue dungarees.
In summer they fit;
in winter not a whit.
Kürtőskalács made his rump “rumper-y.”
This is a fun limerick!
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Hahaha good ☝🏼
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