The Man from Donkhu, and Other Limericks
By Erick Lym
There once was a man from Donkhu
Who sought to turn donkhite to stew
Inedible slop did he spin
Much to his chagrin
Perhaps he shall instead try a roux?
There was a young Thrunk named Zelk
Who had dreamed of eating an elk
Small of stature was he
The dream he couldn't see
So instead he made do eating whelk
Thomas the warden always boasted skills of fable
"I've killed twenty valac!" he would proclaim over the table
Alas, his stories did not take
Everyone knew they were fake
For he had no arms, and couldn't possibly have been able
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