A rascally sort was young Harry
When his doxie's mood turned quite contrary
She asked was he sure
His intentions were pure
He leered and admitted, "not very."
Think you can do better? (You're probably right, but...) Prove it! Comment here or on the earlier post with your limerick, or e-mail them to me before 3:00 PM Pacific Time this Sunday, National Talk Like a Pirate Day! Enter often (with a new limerick each time, if you please). Remember, extra points if you can work in pirates (implied in the limerick above, as a doxy is defined as "a loose wench")
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