There once was a mayor named Noam
The south of the city ne’er roam
To the northenders he’d cater
The southend? He’d say, “Later!”
The northend’s where you’ll find his home
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There once was a man named
There once was a man named Noam,
Who partnered with this fellow called Strome,
They got up on stage and the people were syked,
Until they yelled “Your taxes are being hiked.”
Bramson blows
I wrote a limerick to accompany one of my Photo Funnies a few weeks back, but here’s another
The Mayor of poor New Rochelle
Must lie about things he’s done well
Under his glare
Our town’s in disrepair
This city has gone straight to Hell