Exceptional A Paddy's Day limerick Miscellaneous Poems : The Wrong Medicine by CD Richards

A young lad from Dublin named Sean was bed-ridden, sick and forlorn. Asked if Guinness would cure, he replied, "To be sure!" and was drunk as a skunk in the morn.

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