Scratchy Cratchet
There once was a man called Cratchet Who always his head did scratch it His wife did not like it So off she did strike it Poor old Scratchy Cratchet One night when his wife was asleep He, into her bedroom, did creep 'Oh my' said his head 'I'm under the bed But what has she done wif me teef?!'A little limerick I wrote in 1994. I was 12. One of my very first poems. © on Oct 28 2001 03:24 AM PST, Laura Rose Knowles humor
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