Then there's Limericks

And then there's Limericks:

A young lady crossing the ocean
Grew ill from the ship's dizzy mocean,
She called with a sigh
And a tear in her igh,
For the doctor to give her a pocean.

A young lady crossing the otion
Grew ill from the ship's dizzy motion
She called with a seye
And a tear in her eye
For the doctor to give her potion

A young lady crossing the otion
Grew ill from the ship's dizzy mocean
She called with a saye
And a tear in her aye
For the doctor to give her a pocean

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