Limericks

Stock markets, are known, for their thrills
Trades go on,  with a few, making kills
Overall, it is a pain
Could give, a little gain
Knowing, to play it, with some skills

Little Johnny, the Limerick, Poet
And he  looks, a little,  like a midget
He can write, like a breeze
Words, he can squeeze
God!, he is as fast, as a Gadget

I am Dee, the ugly, little Puppet
Oh God, Am I Good, to look at
I can make you, all Happy
Though I  look, Little  sloppy
Be sure, to find me, at the Market


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