Monday, January 26, 2009

...But I Digress: My Favorite Limerick

I am not quite sure why I thought of it, but this is the one limerick that I've been able to remember since childhood.

There was an old man named Frick,
who took liver-pills to avoid being sick.
He died when quite old,
but his liver (I'm told),
had to be beaten to death with a stick.

(shout out to the great Jack LaLanne, we love you)
(this post hardly seems worth the wait, eh?)

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