Applesauce - A Limerick of Lovers' Pain

A Poem by springy tart lemur

There hung a young apple named Paul

Who on his sweet lover would call

But she thought him soft-cored

And in time she grew bored.

In his grief, from the tree Paul did fall.

Author's Note

I forget the proper punctuation for limerick lines, or if there is any at all. Anyone know?

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Added on July 27, 2012
Last Updated on July 27, 2012

Hello! Thanks for reading. I don't post frequently but when I do I like when people see it :) more..

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