There once was a man from Montreal
Who couldn’t write limericks at all
It was such a crime
He could miss the obvious rhyme
At a linguistic shopping centre
There once was a man from Montreal
Who couldn’t write limericks at all
It was such a crime
He could miss the obvious rhyme
At a linguistic shopping centre
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There once was a fellow named Peter,
much more than your average news reader!
When he did opine,
'twas really quite fine
as it came from woofer and tweeter.
They finally gave him a talk show
although he was poor with a clock, so
the news and the sports
took it in the shorts
and stop-sets were late from the getgo.
When he would malign the dear felines,
the listeners, to him, made beelines.
His ratings, they soared,
but callers grew bored
and never filled up more than three lines.
Still, they put on in Toronto
and listeners took to him pronto.
His "stuph file" they dug,
though racially smug,
they soon began calling him Tonto.
And thus we return where we started.
I'm sorry if some of this smarted.
But Peter, my friend,
all poems must end --
even one so clearly big-hearted.
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