There Was a Young Lady Whose Nose, A Limerick
There was a young lady whose nose
Resembled the shape of her toes.
She couldn't see past it
And always yelled, "Blast it!"
Till she washed it away with a hose.
Poetry Terms Demonstrated:
There was a young lady whose nose
Resembled the shape of her toes.
She couldn't see past it
And always yelled, "Blast it!"
Till she washed it away with a hose.
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