(limerick) That Poemhunter Site - Poem by WES Vogler
I have nothing to do here at all,
Yet I don't have the time for the mall.
That 'Poemhunter' site
Keeps me up through the night,
While fanciful thoughts e'er enthrall.
I think that I have to compose
Ever onwardly, god only knows
Just where I am going,
But thoughts ever-flowing...
Put the GRINDstone right next to my nose.
The limerick's my form of the art.
It gives me the chance to impart
The gist of a joke
To ev'ry poor bloke.
Now his sweetie will think he is smart.
I wrote that last line sev'ral times
I tried it with seventeen rhymes
But none seemed to work
Then he turned, with a jerk...... no no.. that's from 'The Night Before Christmas'
Do you hear all those wonderful chimes?
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