This is a limerick poem that I wrote a little while ago!. Hope you like it : )
The Boy And His Pork: A Limerick Tale
There once was a boy from York,
Infatuated with pork,
Wherever he went,
His money he spent,
Just to gobble it down with a fork!.
One day his father said stop!.
“My boy you’re going to pop!.”
His hoggish eyes gleamed,
As his temper steamed,
Then took he a barbecue plop!.
“My boy you eat like a sow,
I can’t even figure out how!.
Whenever we dine,
You scarf like a swine,
I implore you to stop it right now!.”
The boy then let out a snort,
An oink! I’d swear it in court!.
His nose then did change,
It wrinkled up strange;
He sprouted a tail of some sort!
Right there in front of my eyes,
To such amazing surprise,
He morphed to a pig,
And grew rather big,
To say he stopped eating is lies!.
You may guess how this tale then goes,
Because no one else really knows,
Though in lands far away,
You may hear them say,
Man is what he eats, and reaps what he sows!.
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