Treasure Island

Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

A lame-entable limerick for Danny Draper


There was a young twig from Kiama
who moved in a hoppity manner.
Thank pluck he survived
a truck-ulent dive
(but thank God he’s not singing Hosanna) .

Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 04, 2013

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Kiama is pronounced Kye-amma (I think)

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  • Valsa George (10/31/2013 7:59:00 AM)

    A funny limerick on Danny's present state! But he seems to enjoy his convalescence as a time to better woo his Muse!

    Enjoyed Diana! (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (10/31/2013 7:00:00 AM)

    What a positive lift for Danny, certainly giving him and us a good laugh. You express your expletives so so well.
    I love it when you choose a poem to read and it brings a smile. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (10/29/2013 4:16:00 PM)

    Pronunciation for Kiama is totally correct. I am now in a space boot as of yesterday for 8 weeks. Still can't find my spaceship. Oh such joy the slow recovery, but better than termination, for sure. Dianne, thank you for this Limerick, made me laugh. :) (Report) Reply

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