(limerick) A-Hunting We Will Go Poem by WES Vogler
(limerick) A-Hunting We Will Go
(limerick) A-Hunting We Will Go
As a foot soldier tanks were my bane
Run and hide. Here comes nothing but pain
A 'bazooka' produce...
Instruct in its use ...
Now let's try that encounter AGAIN
Do, live, come to line Hug deaths, these are mine You can't rule On sharp toll I'm the Frankenstein! // Excellent writing SIR
there was no chance before.. morale must have gone way up for the foot soldier
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5/28/2024 2:30:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As Kelly said, still not an even fight, but the odds are better. Very good limerick.
ta Kim comments always welcome