There was an eccentric named Clare
Who despite all had oodles of flair
She penned limericks galore
To confound all the bores
Who were miffed by her savoir faire
Poems and brief musings usually composed in the evening. My goal is to celebrate the extraordinary in the ordinary.
There was an eccentric named Clare
Who despite all had oodles of flair
She penned limericks galore
To confound all the bores
Who were miffed by her savoir faire
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