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Rob Bernhard, Cetan Inc.

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My Award-winning Limerick

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I recently entered a limerick-writing contest with the following stipulation: the contestants had to use two specific words as the end rhymes of their submission. These words were "DRUM" and "SPOON". The other three lines could end in anything that rhymed, but the words "drum" and "spoon" had to be used.

Well, imagine my surprise when I got an email from the contest coordinator, telling me that I'd won first prize! My prize is a $25 gift certificate to Amazon.com, and I can't wait to spend it.

Here's the winner!

The majorette's one rule of thumb
Made her marching band's drummer feel glum.
She was willing to spoon,
(And, he thought, none to soon!)
But he'd still have to beat his own drum.

I entered a couple other limericks as well. Here they are.

There was an old lady named June
Who beat on her knee with a spoon.
She continued to drum,
Til her leg became numb,
Trying to remember a tune.

There once was a Mafia goon
Who rubbed out his marks with a spoon.
On their skulls, he would drum
Til those rats would succumb.
They would sleep with the fishes quite soon.