Limericks for my classmates

Limericks I wrote for my classmates.... (syllable counts may be a bit off)

There was this little girl named Ahana,

Knew everything from Peru to Ghana

For KV-MAA, a founding mum,

A strict moral police for some,

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There was this li'l girl called puppy,

Made every young heart go Yippee!

Lived this life in her own way,

Keeping her struggles at bay,

Her words always kind and crispy.

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Wonder at this whizkid, we all wanna.

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There was this little girl named Shampa,

In her day, cd hv bn queen of the rampa,

Years' given her a sense of duty,

Mind's become a thing of beauty,

Leads her pupils like a lady with the lampa

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. There was this girl they called Bari, who even the cuckoos sang glory, Angels paused for her song, A melody for who men long, Is this the poet's sweet memory?

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There was this li'l kid named Jayanta, Naughtiness known as far as Atlanta, Much mellowed with age, Oh! so kind as would a sage, Generosity would shame even Santa.

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There was this brother named Subrato, Would speak on any topic with gusto, Thoughts that are so cogent, To the less informed, a tangent, Going all soft recently for Freida Pinto :-) . A more serious one for Subrato da ...... .

There was this brother named Subrato, Would speak on any topic with gusto, Thoughts that are so cogent, To the less informed, a tangent, Analysis maketh proud the great Pareto

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There was this li'l guy called pantulu, Who crammed all day even in the loo, What we were not to know, so glibly words would flow, Bringing Meighties home by way of woo.