The Mis-Adventures of Three Silly Boys
This is a real story. But the names have been changed to protect the innocent. LOL
BTW the leather is short for Dad's belt.
This is the fourth limerick I have written in two weeks. That's enough I think!
#2021
Incredible, amazing, living in an… Days often sunny, the nights alway… Then comes a hurricane All that wind and rain Terrifying storm that from the dar…
Not many days from now the phone w… Ready or not we will answer the ca… To cross the threshold to everlast… It’s the destiny awaiting us all But not to worry because we’re pre…
center yes, cherries have pits, and doughnuts have holes life can be a bed of roses, or of red-hot coals!
Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams
center it rained; rather it poured! sheets and buckets of water fell in just a few hours; our street became a river!
mementos all around, unremarkable remembrances of a life, long spent dog-eared pictures, news articles odd souvenirs from places she went… they clutter her room!
Suddenly, pangs of loneliness crep… As he sat at a corner table all al… Months since any of his friends, h… Nor has he spoken to anyone on the… Unanswered, his calls have been
Yes, we can’t take it with us Cash or treasures of any kind; Hearse without a trailer, thus How we leave the world behind! And it’s a truth we oft discuss
Seconds ticked away Over soon, the lovely day Fond goodbyes we say Only memories remain Of the sunset and the rain
The weather dreadful To sleet, snow turns rapidly Numbing and chilly Utter darkness cloaks the land There blows the harsh frigid wind
O’ how I wish I could retire Before all my dreams expire My traveling feet are on fire To explore the world I admire I’d go to Paris for a day
center thoughts he expressed not in four words, but two he eats just once a day so, he’d cook just once too
Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies
Much longer it’s taken Is the end even in sight? Or must we wait till when All our hair turns white! Wish we can travel again
John wanted to earn money so he ca… But rather than work for it, he pl… Alas he lost his shirt Got tossed in the dirt Half-naked and scared stiff, he’s…