PS: PostScripts

  • My Poems
  • Poems
  • Thoughts

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

A Limerick

A middling Lancastrian bard
With penchant for fumbling a ball.
He threaded a line,
To work a transition,
And finished on a rude word - Bum.

That's a Limerick. It's not a good one.

Labels: My Poems

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ►  2010 (13)
    • ►  August (13)
  • ►  2011 (3)
    • ►  September (3)
  • ►  2012 (11)
    • ►  March (10)
    • ►  September (1)
  • ▼  2014 (45)
    • ►  June (3)
    • ►  July (2)
    • ▼  August (15)
      • Dust
      • i'll be there
      • First Cousin Once Removed
      • Holiday
      • Samaritan Snare
      • Yesterday
      • Adult Material
      • Robin Williams
      • Owning the Internet
      • University Imperfect
      • The Nause
      • Sharing
      • Daily Blogging
      • A Limerick
      • Hope by Brian Quinn
    • ►  September (2)
    • ►  October (10)
    • ►  November (9)
    • ►  December (4)
  • ►  2015 (37)
    • ►  January (1)
    • ►  March (5)
    • ►  April (2)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  June (2)
    • ►  July (1)
    • ►  August (4)
    • ►  September (2)
    • ►  November (9)
    • ►  December (10)
  • ►  2016 (25)
    • ►  January (6)
    • ►  February (3)
    • ►  March (6)
    • ►  May (2)
    • ►  June (2)
    • ►  July (3)
    • ►  August (2)
    • ►  December (1)
  • ►  2018 (1)
    • ►  September (1)

Me

My photo
earlofgrey
View my complete profile
hit counter
hit counter

Spaced

Spaced

Followers

Watermark theme. Powered by Blogger.