There was this Senior Lady from Kent
Who would try to write what she meant.
Though her joints often ache,
And her memory quake
To live fully she was heartily bent.
This limerick actually lies
And I admit this with some small sighs--
I'm not really from Kent,
But "Kent" limerickly is heaven-sent,
And I'm not yet poetically wise.
If I could rhyme something with "Arlington Heights",
Or we all could go out and fly kites,
I would be truly a muse,
And you'd be amused,
And we could "Do The Twist" in flaming red tights!
I'm taking a colorful turn
To write limericks I have much to learn.
If you're still with me now,
I really don't know how
To this blog you would ever return!
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