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A Selection of Historical Limericks

I've lovingly created a selection of limericks about notable, but not necessarily famous, historical personages. You can look them all up on Wikipedia, if you want! Exact historical accuracy may have been compromised for the sake of rhyme, metre, or humour...
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Something Wrong

There was a young woman named Millie, Who did something incredibly silly, She took out a knife, She didn’t end her life, But she chopped off her...

First Time at Beavers

The first time I took on the Beavers, I wondered “What have I done?” But I was stuck at the hut with them looking at me, and the session had already...

At Amberley Station

The acout group that I'm part of does a lot of hiking. We often seem to end up back at Amberley station waiting for our train home. This poem was written after a particularly wet and muddy hike.

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