Mailman

A Limerick

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

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There once was a mailman

From the town of Leeds

Every day, he ran

From a dog of all breeds

And hid in a trashcan

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago
Lol, poor mailman! Awesome limerick!
Hannah Moore2 years ago
Poor fellow!
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago
very resourceful

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