Limerick XXVII

August 15, 2021August 15, 2021 ~ sensualism

The old man sat by the pier on the ground

He sat there drinking all the year round

One day with a grudge

A stranger gave him a nudge

And the old man fell in the water and drowned

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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