I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little
Rico writes about the truth
He is a limerick sleuth
He is no dummy
Wise and extremely funny
Cos he is long in the tooth.
Ricardo known as Rico,
His limericks are so slick
He scribes away
Wri
