(limerick)If It Wasn't For That
Though gen'rlly my regard is the highest
I find both of my daughters too biased
Like a bren gun's tat-tat
bias this... bias that
And my patience, my dears, e'er thou tryest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Took me a second for the 'bias' to sink in! Hilarious! Keep 'em coming.
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