Busted Blowhards { My Humble Stab At Limerick) Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
Busted Blowhards { My Humble Stab At Limerick)
And, there was one girl they knew
that would smile whenever she blew
seed-heads off of old dandelions
And the gardeners stood in line
dis-erect from scores of time
they'd spent chugging Boonesfarm wine
from the cheapest of olde grapevines
and because so, they would leave
before the younger ones could see
the old seeders crouched inline
Then limping home to their wives.
FjR-MMXV
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