Little King of Sorrows
Unstable Limmerick - Poem by Little King of Sorrows
There once was a man in the city,
many did say he was witty,
forced to leave home,
packed his pen and his comb,
never asking of none for their pity.
There are poems under construction,
Unfinished due to destruction,
not much time for them now,
but when life will allow,
I'll resume if I find some instruction.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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