cheryl davis miller
A limerick for my family,
who one and all have abandoned me.
Left me to deal with this killer-flu,
my limerick I will share with you;
Because they say I'm contagious;
I find it kind of outrageous.
My children all hide,
Mike's forsook his bride,
Now I am viewed as officious.
Now they appear to show such concern.
Sending soup; my forgiveness to earn.
Of course that's after the deed been done,
and my simple limerick's been spun.
c.d.m.11/ 10 / 13
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