There once was a writer named Ben,
Who with insomnia was suff’ring again.
Plagued by ennui,
And with nothing to do, he
Decided to take up the pen.
More to come…
There once was a writer named Ben,
Who with insomnia was suff’ring again.
Plagued by ennui,
And with nothing to do, he
Decided to take up the pen.
More to come…
Tags: · limericks
3 responses so far ↓
1 I AM AWESOME (tzeng10) // May 1, 2008 at 2:56 am
Keep it coming, Goldfarb.
2 Monica Li (yli09) // May 1, 2008 at 3:13 am
Yup, and may I suggest that every post take the form of a poem?
3 eandrews09 (eandrews09) // May 1, 2008 at 12:43 pm
I seem to remember a similar poem written back a year or so ago…
…but with you, Ben, it’s never stale.
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