There once was a small New World monk
With a tail like an elephant’s trunk.
He could climb up to heaven,
And count to eleven
And prop himself up when quite drunk.
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August 07, 2009 05:30 AM EDT
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Comments: 12
Neat limerick.
A monk with a tail you can see
Is a monk most unusually
endowed for a man
who admits that he can
count to eleven like me!
Hmm.
Nice limerick. You obviously inspired me somehow. I like limericks.