I had a visit today from somebody in Jind, Haryana,
India. Whether it was a
man or a woman I have no way of knowing, but I couldn’t let a name like ‘Jind’
go by without a limerick, could I?
There was a young
woman from Jind
Who was told by a
priest she had sinned
By the smoking of pot
(Which she did quite a
lot)
And by liking her
pineapples tinned.
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