Limerick (Bernard) Poem by Benn Age
Limerick (Bernard)
There was a drunkard named Bernard
One day he scampered home like a leopard
Angry, the wife screamed: you are drunk!
Hiccupping, he said: I am your husband John,
The son hissed and said: I think he is mad.
I am your husband John, The son hissed and said: I think he is mad. Drinking and unrest, lack of peace, children lose respect. for the wife you become a burden............ so well penned in small verses. tony
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5/5/2024 1:38:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Drunkenness can make one lose his sense. A poem with a flavor of humor. Well penned