There was a small town lad named Sarma
His dad dreamt he’d be into pharma
But his marks were so low
Ne’er they crossed a zero
So he’s trained to be a small farmer
[Oct 05,2009: : Greenfield, WI]
limerick by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
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