Limerick 11 Poem by Phil Soar

Limerick 11



When he was just a lad in Timbuktu
He didn't know what else there was to do
So he covered himself in plants
From his head down to his pants
And waited for the weeds to come on through

Friday, January 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: limerick
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