Limericks.

There was a young lad called Hannah.
Who enroled 'neath the Socialists' banner,
He said with a smirk,
"I'll do excellent work
With my exclusive Oxfordian manner."
And here is Don, an honoured sage,
Who's getting on for ripe old age.
Pray, your attention
Just while I mention,
He'll soon take farewell from the stage.

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There was an old fellow called Brook,
Who developed a serious look,
Through his clicking of linger,
Those left wouldn't linger,
But quick to their heels they took.

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There was a young man called Ray,
A gallant young lad so they say,
The girls, so 'tis quote,
Demanded their vote,
And Ray sono got them their way.

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There is a young child called Jack,
Whom everyone's glad to see back,
He's a pot in. the club,
And his pots at the pub,
Give him strength for great stunts on the track.