Late-Night Limericks, Again

Young Sally sold shells by the shore.
Said her mother, why sell any more?
The seashells you’ve sold
Are seven, all told.
All your summer’s been spent seeing shore.

A woodchuck was chucking his wood.
How much wood that he chucked wasn’t good.
For woodchucks will chuck
Without giving flucks.
He chucked wood because woodchucks could.

A pecking of peppers was picked.
Peter the Piper: the convict.
Pecking was free;
Pickling, a fee.
A peck-pickle Peter was tricked.


Photos from Unsplash.

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