The waitress asks, "What is it you wish?"
Whether soup or meat, dessert or fish.
She spills things galore,
In pacing the floor,
And often her thumb you'll find in the dish.
He Tells Of The Fish He Has Caught - A Fishing Limerick
He tells of the fish he has caught--
(In truth, they were some that he bought),
For he ne'er had a bite,
From morning till night,
Except at the lunch he had bought!
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