Published on September 30th, 2014 | by Gustav0
Limericks from an Ex-English Student
My paper was scored 81
And now life has lost all of its fun.
My grades are my soul
And this breaks my roll
Of hundreds and hundred-and-ones.
I said “Mom the score was 85”
And she said “well it’s good that you tried
But that’s still kind of bad.”
So she’ll really be mad
When she finds out that I actually lied.
There’s nothing that I would like better
Than to scrutinize the place of each letter
In this horrible poem.
Or perhaps I should roam
Out the door and indulge in the weather.