Three New Limericks Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A fellow with cowboy boots
was with Satan himself in cahoots.
Though he had a thick hide,
when you looked deep inside
you would find only shallow roots.

I was dreaming of flowers in May,
the blue sky of a wonderful day.
It was surely no joke
that it snowed when I woke.....
on a frosty November day.

I once knew a loyal gray kitten,
who was always around and so smitten,
that it never occurred
when I found a new bird
for no reason I'd bitten my kitten.