Limerick

There was a bad boy in mi town,
And he had his hair color brown,
Soon He started to think in his parents,
And he thougt that they had a nice talent,
That bad boy with brown hair of my town...


There was a good car in the parking,
That I saw in the moment I was biking,
When I started to ask for the owner,
I suddenly realised he was in the corner,
It was a good car wich was in the parking...

There was an old man in my country,
That his daugther went to the party,
Everytime that she went to the disco in the night,
She was drunk and she saw lot of people in the light,
That was the story of a old man in my country.