LARRY:
So I found this piece of paper that I'd forgotten about, and I'd written this limerick on it that's pretty much meaningless except that it's all rhyming homophones:
There was a girl with a plait of great weight
So she scarce could keep a straight gait
She ne'er could wait
But race through her gate
She'd a lot on her plate, in that strait
Kinda clever, huh?
MARY:
I don't like limericks.
