More from the limerick front (all oldies, but I like 'em)

There was a young man in Boston
Who bought himself a new Austin
There was room for his arse
And a gallon of gas
But the rest hung out - and he lost 'em

There was a young lady called Claire
Who possessed a magnificent pair
At least that's what I thought
Until I saw one get caught
On a thorn and begin losing air

There was a young man in Cape Horn
Who wished he had never been born
And he wouldn't have been
If his father had seen
That the top of his rubber was torn

The pen is mightier than the sword. But if you literally want to have some impact, use a typewriter

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