Call Me Crabby Poem by Kim Barney

Kim Barney

Kim Barney

I was born in a bank - - my mother went there and made a deposit

Call Me Crabby

Rating: 5.0

Please don't ask me to try to sell fish;
I don't even like to smell fish.
They are rude; they're not fair;
like the crab: he won't share,
because he quite simply is shellfish.

Call Me Crabby
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: lailatul barat
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Belle Wassermeister 22 February 2022

Five stars and to my favorites!

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Belle Wassermeister 22 February 2022

A fun limerick with some absolutely clever rhymes! Love it!

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Grace Jessen 06 May 2020

Perfect! I like your clever rhymes in the second to last word and the play on words in last line.

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Kim Barney 07 May 2020

Thank you for the comment, very much! This has been posted for more than a week, and nobody else has commented! Sometimes I wonder why I even bother posting, when nobody comments!

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