There once was a boy we called chase-face
he dreamed of reaching outer space.
With this dream in his heart
our family will part
and this boy we never could replace.
We all dreaded that day late in June
when we knew he would fly to the moon.
So a party we had
even though we were sad
as the countdown was scheduled for noon.
Chase couldn't get rid of the grin
or the drool that was right on his chin.
He was laughing so loud
while we stood watching proud.
His journey would finally begin.
The trip was a total success.
Of course, we expected no less.
We've done all we can.
He now is a man
and all that he sees he will bless.
You succeeded Mary. A very good Limerick. As you found out it is not easy to do one. Great work. H
Good job, I mostly know the naughty ones, but I've promised my mother I wouldn't repeat them.
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I would like to translate this poem
excellent mary you and herbert and limericks go together you are both very good Warm regards allan