Limerick by Martin Gardner, from memory
“One day
A mad metapoet with
little to say
Wrote a mad metapoem
that started:
“One
day
A
mad metapoet with little to say
Wrote
a mad metapoem that started:
“One day
A mad metapoet with little to say
Wrote a mad metapoem that started:
“One day
……………
……..Sort of close”
Were the words that he finally chose
To bring his mad poem to some
Sort of close”
Were the words that he finally chose
To bring his mad poem to some
Sort
of close”
Were
the words that he finally chose
To
bring his mad poem to some
Sort of close”
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