| Comment: | There once was an old man of Esser, Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser, It at last grew so small He knew nothing at all, And now he's a college professor.
This is of course not Madpole, he's more like a tornado on 2 legs, filled with knowledge and humour.
Roses can sometimes be Red And Violets are generally Blue For it's not in the Rhyming But all in the Timing That makes a dumb Limerick True.
Too all out there, knowing madpole is something special! Btw the same goes for eadon miss you pal.
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