Thursday, August 7, 2014

Woodrow Wilson's favorite limericks

As a beauty I am not a star,
There are others more handsome by far,
But my face, I don't mind it.
For I am behind it;
 It's the people in front that I jar.

 Ruth rode in my new cycle cart
 In the seat in back of me;
 I took a bump at fifty-five,
 And rode on ruthlessly.

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