Limerick · Funny
A Poet Named Pratt
There once was a poet named Pratt
whose meter fell painfully flat;
when told, "That won't scan,"
he cried, "Yes it can!" —
and it did, when he stomped with his hat.
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“A Poet Named Pratt” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/the-poet-named-pratt
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