There once was a goat who was fond of her feet.
When she got mucky and dirty she’d loudly bleat.
She hoped for help to get them clean.
The resident fleas were exceptionally keen.
They considered sucking her hooves a particular treat.
Laughing Along with a Limerick: Treat
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I am impressed that you could write a limerick in a different language to your own
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Thank you. I’m a great fridge magnet poet. And that works much better in English (because of the minimal conjuations and declinations in Englich).
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Ah, indeed – you are far more conversant with grammatical constructions than I am!
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Only in the last ten years when I had to teach it. I slipped through a whole bachelor’s and honours degree in German without retaining much about grammar and such.
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Well, whatever!
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I love goats – cute pic and fun limerick.
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Thank. I immediately knew that I would rhyme treat with feet and bleat. The goat thus suggested itself.
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