Limerick 086 Poem by John Carter Brown
Limerick 086
There once was a gardener named Bert
Who kept digging around in the dirt;
And with no thought or care
It flew in the air
Now Bert hasn't got a clean shirt.
(Written Nov 2012)
Hahaha fine witty pen, I love this, such image of how the stinking man, most gratious beauty is helping to be born, is very dear to my soul. Thank you for share!
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4/26/2024 5:46:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i love returning to your poems last thing at night. It means I finish the day refreshed and smiling.