Fateful Limerick Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Fateful Limerick
When ladies named Fate lose their sense
of direction at mankind's expense,
woman, kind, takes in hand
both the lie of the land
and the land of faith's 'why? ', 'whither? ', 'whence? '
(29 June 2008)
Thursday, September 6, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Parody Response to Ce qui sera Que Sera Sera
There once was a young lady named Fate
who had more than enough on her plate,
but when offered a hand,
stuck her head in the sand,
so missed the chance to meet her soul mate.
Sue Morten 27 June 2008
There once was a young lady named Fate
who had more than enough on her plate,
but when offered a hand,
stuck her head in the sand,
so missed the chance to meet her soul mate.
Sue Morten 27 June 2008
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