Limericks III

There’s this kitten whose name is Kitty
It’s said that she’s rather witty
She can walk the talk
You won’t see her balk
Now she’s mayor of New York City
 
I know this fellow named Matlack
He lives in a high tech tin shack
With his dog Rufuz
Who is no doofus
Together they never look back

There once was a fellow from France
He certainly knew how to dance
He hopped and he skipped
He bopped and he dipped
But he stopped when he split his pants
 
I once met a gal named Maggie
She wore clothes that were far too baggy
When I asked her why
She replied not shy
It’s to hide what’s a tad too saggy
 
I know this gal named Christine
She keeps her house most pristine
She scrubs and she mops
At dusting she’s tops
Even her nose has a sheen
 
This radio show host named Till
Is testing the power of my will
He's a pompous ass
He's so full of gas
I've had my fill of Till's swill
 
The town I live in is bizarre
It seems more like a crazy bazaar
The politicians
Should be morticians
And the mayor thinks he’s a tsar


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