 | Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
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LIMERICKS
[1]
There was a calm man in SabattisWho shot at a skunk through a lattice.
The skunk became dead.
“I got him,” he said,
“And now let me see where my hat is.”
[2]
There's this about the HinduHe does the best he kin do,
But when he wants
A pair of pants
He has to make his skin do.
[3]
There was a pale artist named Ransom,Whose hands were exceedingly handsome.
To be sure they were seen
He painted them green
And held them all day through the transom.
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