Otis for Potus

A limerick so refined, it should be called a Limerichard

By Evan LordPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

There once was an old man named Otis

Who’d failed to gain the ladies’ notice

He shined up his shoes

Got on nightly news

And wowed them by running for POTUS

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Evan Lord

The only rule of heaven is to follow your heart. The only rule of hell is to follow someone else's. I've written for everyone else during my career. Today, I'm following my heart and writing for people who love to read, laugh and grow.

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