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
He read the poems he’s written yea… Wow! he grimaced for they were ter… Now he’s worried what he writes to… Ten years later he’ll find lamenta… Guess he’s become more discriminat…
surely, self-annihilation never an acceptable solution to a life filled with sadness, of great heartaches and pain to a broken spirit, a soul unforgi…
I’m here for the long haul, yes,… The day after forever, here I’ll… I’m in for the rough times and the… In laughter or in tears, you’ll se… My love I pledge not just on sunn…
Once upon a time there was an old… All by himself in a secluded mount… A rottweiler lived with him Only ate cookies and cream Sadly, he wouldn’t bark; intruders…
To all October born May blessings flow your way May loved ones come see you And sunny be your day To you we raise a toast
I just saw a green hummingbird Right outside the kitchen window Of the red robins unafraid What a little spunky fellow Every day he comes to visit
Plumes of thick grey smoke rising A few miles in the distance Just our hopes and dreams burning Our nation ne’er had a chance! Sadly, thieves still rule the land
I live in a four-walled box A TV, a couch, pictures on the wa… But my heart is homeless A sweetheart, no one I can call Night time in this big city
center It’s helplessness I feel Whenever I look at her Knowing quite well We’d never be together
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…
A lie often told Factoid becomes very soon By all counts by noon Yes, lies hoodwink some, not all For who wants to play the fool?
the journey begins wherever we may be... the train won’t leave, unless we say so, for the future
hearts bleed when in grief as we go through the stages hoping they’ll be brief it’s not happening just our imagination
Fine weather radiant sunshine The morning calm a prelude One fantastic summer day An idyllic interlude Isolated beach awaits
Aye! She talks too much She makes a short story long Phrases into song But he loves her nonetheless For she’s lovely that’s our guess