There was an old man from Duluth
Who grew very long in the tooth.
The people in the town
Would always put him down
And thought him extremely uncouth.
I am on to you. The picture came first then the verse well presented thank you
Actually, no. I wrote the limerick first and then searched for a picture to go with it.
I can't see into the future. Only my friend Charlie can do that. Read my short story: The Seer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love that picture! Great poem! Laughter: good for what ails ya!