There was an old man of the Dargle
Who purchased six barrels of Gargle;
For he said, "I'll sit still,
And will roll them down hill,
For the fish in the depths of the Dargle."
More Nonsense Limerick 15
Edward Lear
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Poem topics: fish, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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