'Til one fateful day in May,
One led all the others astray.
They marched through the snow,
not knowing which way to go,
while Jo still asleep under canvas roof lay.
A limerick set. Uncommon that, but if Joe was reciting them, maybe that is
why they took off.
Smiles
Gary
not a a fan of the form partly cause of the construction of the last line
above
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