This is a short poem to a friend of mine who actually acted out the following limerick in real life 35 years ago today. For true sound effects it must be read out loud with a Kennedy Boston accent.
There once was a monk from Siberia ( or Wisteria )
Who in his cell day by day got wearier
So with a hell of a yell
He jumped out of his cell
And ran off with a Mother Superior
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