A girl called Rebecca was in it
She found herself there
A dream unaware
With green hills and cows like cinnamon.
Okay, so now I've written a Limerick in Limerick. ;) It's not funny and it probably doesn't even rhyme right, but at least I tried. I have to sleep a little, and then I have lots of tales to tell! Stay tuned... :)
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