The Shubble

THERE was an old man said, ‘I fear
That life, my dear friends, is a bubble,
Still, with all due respect to a Philistine ear,
A limerick's best when it's double.’
When they said, ‘But the waste
Of time, temper, taste!’
He gulped down his ink with cantankerous haste,
And chopped off his head with a shubble.
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