(limerick)Taking Stock In Retrospect
Eight point eight inches is my goal
Beneath my knees, standing whole
Not that great?
Try at age eighty-eight
Therefore plaudits are welcom-ed... Skoal!
(I can also reach the door tops with my
finger tips at app five foot eight)
when the time comes I have to lie about this I will but not just yet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's good to have goals. : -)
I cannot resist some crack about what good are goals with no scoring