A Travelling Sage
There once was a travelling sage
Who lived to a very old age.
Well becoming quite senile,
With problems (yes penile) ,
Here the reader may choose:
1) He kept his packed trunk in a cage.
or
2) He packed his small trunk in a rage.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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