Limericks Poem by Mark Walters

Limericks



Monkey Around

She came to find refuge from fright
I found her one Saturday night
We monkeyed around
Swatted planes to the ground
But the Empire State was my plight

Last Standing

Golden locks were my downfall you see
Sitting bull rose and left his teepee
With the local folks ired
At Little Bighorn expired
I lost my long yellow toupee

Monday, June 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: laughter
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