There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines point blank refused to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And romanced her in his van!
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There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines point blank refused to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And enacted a cunning plan!
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There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines refused point blank to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And talked about his first love Anne!
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There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines point blank refused to scan.
He romanced a girl
By the name of pearl
But his lines refused to scan!
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There was a young poet named Dan
Who owned a battered old van.
He went out on a date
As I did wait
In the back of his battered old van!
K Morris - Poet 
I think Dan needs to dump that van.
Poor Kate having to listen To stories of Anne. And then there’s poor pearl, the other girl. No wonder his lines don’t scan 🙂
Thank you for your comment, which made me smile. I’m pleased you enjoyed my limericks.
Oh, that Dan. Is he related to the ‘Young man from Japan’?
Quite possibly so, Mick! Thanks for your comment. Kevin