There was a young lady from Perth
who was born on the day of her birth.
She grew older with grace
and wore Persian lace.
She died lonely and soon left this earth.
A spinster of St. Maxime, France
on a Friday went out to a dance,
in the hope that she might
find a young shining knight,
she was homely at first and last glance.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-two-limericks/
