“Wait!” cried Matty. “I’ve got a new one. Listen:
“There was a young lady named May,
Who didn’t know just what to say,
So the words of her verse
From bad grew to worse,
And her friends from her side turned away.”
“Too pathetic,” decided Tad. “A limerick should be cheerful, I think. That last line brought tears to my eyes, Matty.” But for some reason Kitty approved enthusiastically of the latest attempt and clapped loudly.
“We’ll have to vote to see who gets the prize, I guess,” said Rodney. “Who do you say, Tad?”
“It isn’t over yet,” announced Tad, pulling himself to a sitting posture. “I have another one.”
“But you’ve had your turn,” protested Matty.