When I was a child
I had some lumps
Under my chin
It was the mumps
Another time I had a thing
I would not wish on weasels
On my face I had red spots
It's called the measles
I went to grandma's one day
To play with toys and tops
A week or two went by
And I had the chicken pox
I went to see a friend
His name was Jack Polenza
He opened up the window
And influenza
And now my sister and brother
Another contagion have given me
It happens day and night
I'm writing poetry!
Yes you are and we are just now meeting. I shall infest you with the desire to write many limericks. You obviously have the talent and discipline. I too, like all truly great men, have large ears.
Thank you for the complements. The picture is not me. I am told ears get larger with age. Hopefully, so does wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very clever! I enjoyed this one a lot.
Thanks. it's one I wrote quite a while back.