poet John Weber

John Weber

Black Fifty, Most Nifty (Limerick)

We raise our glasses while waving the black flag
to friends sailing through the mid-century drag.
When embracing Kathy and Ginny
we will concede to know the skinny
since passions rise steady while body parts sag.

Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2009

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  • Patrick McFarland (9/19/2009 4:17:00 AM)

    Could have been titled 'Ode to a Midlife Crisis'. Excellent piece.10+

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