A woman who yearned for great fame
Had a long, unpronounceable name.
When asked, Are you mad?
She said, Not at my dad,
It's really my mother I blame.
He wanted to christen me Jane.
She said, Oh my dear, that's too plain
Let's call her Ophelia,
Lorraine, or Amelia
or Opheliaamelialorraine!
I could change it to Jean or Marie
And be famous in no time, said she,
But I'd come back to town
As a woman of renown
And no one would know it was me!
Clever, fame in obscurity. Hahaha.
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ReplyDeleteVery nicely framed!! A beautiful limerick again.. you took me back to my childhood.. :D I had read the form in one of the books.. but never again- until now.. xxx
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