(limerick)figure It Out Poem by WES Vogler
(limerick)figure It Out
You are the height of the fashions
Loquacious and pris'ner of passions
Let it be known
E'er the pattern is sewn
Knowing a needing of rations
You have no equivalent match
Let us now then just batten the hatch
Labour's lost love
Is the opposite of
Society's reason to scratch
(a very apt description)
No, Wes, I can't figure out if you got an itchy sweater! How would I (or Spock) know that?
no but you are the right one to ask that question Perhaps Kim can fifure it out. We may have to ultimately rely on Spock
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I would like to translate this poem
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8/2/2025 9:04:38 AM # 1.0.0
Yes I am silly. Perhaps my best quality.: -)