Limerick decadence

My son is a poet:

There once was a number named ten
Who was round like an ‘O’ on one end
But his face was as flat
As his backside was fat
And the contrast drove him ’round the bend

There once was a number named ten
Who repeated again and again
It sure would be scary
If I were binary
I’d be eight parts less than I am

And yes, “ten” rhymes with “end” and “am”.

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One Response to “Limerick decadence”

  1. cagoules latex on March 21st, 2011 1:08 am

    Votre fils est un poète, ce niveau de sa poésie?