The old woman's mind had no streams
On Tuesdays she thought "baseball teams"
but on Wednesdays and Fridays
She said "these are my days!"
And on Sundays she dreamt suitcase dreams
This is to be sung to the tune of "The Grand Old Duke of York" Here, I'll whistle it to you. That's it. Keep singing all the way to the end. Now how about a verse of your own below!


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"Mondays she did laundry by the load - But Saturdays were made for Michelobe"
"because thursdays came and went so fast - Sundays dreams were meant to last."
(Sorry, that's the best I can do)
Than the suitcase she'd dreamed of for years
So in order to shock 'er
He packed up a footlocker
And booked them on a boat to Tangiers.
I really adore a good fling
Your limerick poem made me sing
I liked it so well
I said "what the hell?"
And sang it so loud my ears ring!