I recently read a newspaper that had a St. Patrick's Day Limerick contest. There were some pretty lame ones, and one about Jimmer Fredette.
Here's mine:
There once was a man named Fredette,
all balls that he touched passed through net,
but as he walked by,
his hand glanced off my fly,
standing close to him now I regret.
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2 comments:
Ok that's pretty funny
Thanks buddy
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