A small country girl known as Dawn
Was obsessed with the thoughts of a lawn;
The grass she did grow it
Then wanted to mow it
But didn't quite have enough brawn.
(Written Dec 2013)
That's funny! Aren't limericks great? I especially love this one! Can't think why! Dawn xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written John, you can make golds out of irons given to you by words. i am so proud to read your works here man.