It was eventide and was cold,
A stoned came to me, he was old.
He had stoneware to be sold,
Stoned stumbled on stone and me told,
'Alas! My stonewares were thrashed and became fold.'
Words beautifully shuffled to portray an incidental meeting. Enjoyed reading .Thanks for sharing this unique piece
Enjoyed this interesting poem, a nice one.................................10
What different outcome can we expect when a man is high on drugs. Nice limerick. Loved it.
Thanks for the Poet's Notes and glossary, or else it was hard to understand. Thanks you shared.
I love reading these stories. Vivid pictures in a few lines, conjures a lot in my mind.
picture of Jane Taylor Hardy xAhhh what an intriguing meeting....you captured it perfectly in this fine write! 29 Jul 2015 by Jane Taylor Hardy | Reply picture of Kesav Easwaran xA metaphoric limerick...well done Kumarmani 31 Jul 2015 by Kesav Easwaran | Reply picture of Thomas A Robinson xRolling Stoned gathers no money. 5 Aug 2015 by Thomas A Robinson | Reply
An interesting episode portrayed in an interesting Limerick!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful recounting of your meeting