I live in a country forgotten.
The politics here are quite rotten.
I can't earn my keep
By tending my sheep
But at least I can sell lots of cotton!
Nice hairdo, Dershish. I hope your cotton-pickin job keeps up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liking the limericks, starting to understand a limerick because I am very new to writting I am not very sure of different styles, but really liking your limericks. Annette