Submitted by Ian.T on Tue, 2014-11-04 09:28
I dare you to feel the hurt that is mine
You catch me crying some of the time
For my true love I grieve
Move away from me, “Leave.”
Just remember for whom, I write this rhyme.
Not sure if this swings as a limerick should, they always seem to be happy things or just funny, now what???
Make hay while the sun shines
Submitted by Ian.T on Sun, 2014-11-02 09:00
There was a lot of people in jail
Many said they would never do well
They broke out one day
Just to make hay
Now the farmer thinks they are swell
Submitted by Ian.T . on Sat, 2014-11-01 00:14
Look not to my old fashioned way
that reflect faults that would haunt your day.
You’ve a brain to use
A world to peruse
Just be aware of what I say.