Limericks And Corks:
I’m Sitting Upon This ’Ere Train

I’m sitting upon this ’ere train
with muzak defeeling my brain—
a twang and a twiddle
about a tax fiddle—
somehow it isn’t the same.

poem

88-89

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dish dosh
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Introduction
There Was A Young Lady From Venus
A Newspaper Editor Saiduses powerful language
I’m Sitting Upon This ’Ere Train
’twas Ten Years Ago To This Day
There Once Was A Cat And A Dog
Look Back To The Romany Times
There Was A Young Man In A Bed
There Once Was A Bureaucrat
There Was A Young Man From Nantucketuses powerful language
There Once Was A Monday On Tuesday
It Wasn’t What I Really Expected
Assam




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