Limerick XXVI

August 8, 2021 ~ sensualism

There once was a man they called Bates

Who came to the movement a little too late

The Commissar thought him a spy

She gave no reason why

And he was trudged off not knowing his fate

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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem. I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art. View all posts by sensualism